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

state, what was she still holding

for a temple that could never be

endless desert.

were on in the spacious villa. She tooked at the warm

the door, the warmth of the heating enveloped her. She took off her shoes and walked a few steps, seeing someone

he had never left.

Chapter 48

was wearing a gray cashmere sweater, with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his well–defined forearm that exuded masculine beauty. There was a long and striking scar on his left arm.

when they had just started dating. They encountered a thug who was holding a sharp knife and was about to stab her.

suddenly hugged him from behind. Aveline buried her head

and turned off the heat. He stood in

the hospital to get my hand

her personality well. Even if she had a small cut from a knife before, it would still bother her for half