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

Chapter 48

Aveline’s movements were a bit unsteady as she stood up. She weakly smiled and said, “Since the first moment I laid eyes on him, I fell in love with him. I have loved him for many years… I… can’t let go

Ryan saw t

saw the tears on her face and wanted to wipe them away for her, but he didn’t have the right to do so. He could only maintain his posture and silently watch her.

Tears slid down Aveline’s delicate chin as she bitterly smiled, “I know I’m embarrassing myself like this, but just the thought of having to live and face him marrying another woman, I would be even more miserable than I am now. If life has no meaning, I would rather choose death.”

“I recently read a quote: if it’s destined that you won’t have a future with this person, but you love them deeply, do you choose the process or the result, or do you turn around and walk away?”

Aveline self–mockingly smiled, “If I hadn’t met him, I would definitely choose to turn around and walk away. But some people are destined to be together, and I can’t escape from that. We made a final agreement: he will accompany me for a month, and after that, we will divorce. At that time. I will go and see the world you mentioned.”

Ryan watched her as she held her left shoulder with her right hand, taking each step unsteadily. She didn’t look back. “Senior, I’m grateful for everything you’ve done for me, but someone like me doesn’t deserve your kindness.”

She walked step by step in the cold corridor, while outside, the snowflakes were falling heavily. Her figure grew farther and farther away.

watching her disappear from his sight through the glass

appeared on his lips. In this state, what was she still holding on

she was like a devout pilgrim, searching for a temple that could never be found

endless desert.

Sterling residence, all the lights were on in the spacious villa. She tooked at the warm mansion amidst the wind

warmth of the heating enveloped her. She took off her shoes and

like before, he had

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a gray cashmere sweater, with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his well–defined forearm that exuded

who was holding

stirring the pot when someone suddenly hugged him from behind. Aveline buried her head in his back,

a few more times and turned off the heat. He stood in front of the stove without turning around, his voice low, “Where did you

to the hospital to get

small cut from a knife before, it would