Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica, I Choose The Arranged Marriag by BlueMoone

Chapter 34

Aveline was becoming more and more confused about this man. He changes his face faster than flipping through a book.

In the past, it was him who wanted a divorce, but now whenever divorce is mentioned, it’s still him who changes his expression. Could it be that he has been psychologically disturbed by his sister’s death and is experiencing early menopause?

After Alexander finished washing up and left, Aveline was still lying in bed, leaving him with her back.

There was no affectionate farewell like before, only the sound of a cold door closing.

Aveline knew that her body was too weak these days and it was inconvenient to do anything, so she

didn’t resist much.

The only thing that hasn’t changed in this marriage is the enthusiastic Auntie Helen. Every day, she wears an apron and prepares delicious food for her with a careful hand.

“Madam, I stewed a red date and ginseng soup to nourish your energy and blood today. Please drink

more.”

Aveline smiled gently, “Auntie Helen, can you make some fish soup for me?”

“Alright.”

filled the courtyard. Madam, aren’t you going out to play in the snow? I remember you used to love playing snowball fights with the young master. Isn’t this just a little fight between a man and a woman? It’ll

going, I’ll take a nap.”

felt strange. In the past, Aveline didn’t like eating fish and was quite lively. How come she has been

Aveline was just throwing a tantrum with Alexander, so she didn’t think much

her body gradually diminished. Every day, she would replenish a large amount of protein

cells and red blood cells:

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but there was no communication between them. They would

Today, her body is much better than a few days ago. Looking

was

Auntie Helen would lend her phone to

had never lost contact with the outside world, but even Benjamin couldn’t find

Delilah’s death.

planned to take a risk

Helen said, “Madam, the study door

Let me

apron and opened the study door.

her actions.

Helen’s eyes, the two of them were just quarrelling children. How

“Thank you.”

thanking me for? I’ll go make