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.”

to love playing snowball fights with the young master. Isn’t this just a little fight between a man and a woman? It’ll be fine after a

not going, I’ll

quite lively. How come she has been so listless lately, like a frostbitten eggplant? Not to mention going out of the front door, she hasn’t

was just throwing a tantrum with

few days, and the discomfort in her body gradually diminished. Every day, she would replenish a large amount

and

Chapter 34

communication between them. They would sleep back to back at night, separated by a galaxy.

better than a few days ago.

Aveline left the master bedroom and entered Alexander’s study. She was entering the password when she suddenly heard Auntie Helen’s voice from

her phone to play with

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

Delilah’s death.

to take a risk and check Alexander’s

Auntie Helen walking over, she thought her plan had failed. Unexpectedly, Auntie Helen said, “Madam, the study door was

Let me help you.”

wiped her hands on her apron and opened the study door. Aveline

her actions.

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

“Thank you.”

thanking me for? I’ll go make fish soup.”