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

Chapter 55

Aveline was certain that Alexander had been greatly affected after his sister’s death. The two years had made him increasingly abnormal psychologically.

Just a moment ago, he really had the thought of killing her and then accompanying his sister!

Maya had not arrived yet, and there was another light illuminating the scenery in the distance. The car stopped not far from her.

With Alexander’s intelligence, he would definitely soon realize that she hadn’t left and had turned back. The car door opened, and the man hurriedly got out of the car, looking around as if searching for something.

Soon, he walked towards her direction. Aveline stayed motionless in her original spot, scared and trembling, clutching tightly onto her clothes.

As she listened to his footsteps getting closer and closer, Aveline held her breath and closed her eyes.

She didn’t know what Alexander would do when he found her. Would he demand her to pay for Layla’s

life?

Her former lover had become unrecognizable now. Today was the first time she felt fear, her heart beating irregularly with his approaching footsteps.

She was scared, really scared!

made a “creaking” sound as they stepped on the snow, as if the sound of death was

pale. There was a hundred–year–old tree standing between them, and

a

movements

few seconds, she only heard the sound of the man leaving.

she noticed a few drops of bright red blood around her, which stood

know what he was thinking.

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moonlight. She couldn’t see his expression, as he was

suddenly had a feeling, perhaps this was his silent farewell.

do this? Even if I have to risk my life, I will teach that bastard a lesson! So what if

smash Alexander’s door. “Take me to the hospital first. This has nothing to do with him. He doesn’t

kind of illness do you have?”

long story. I’ll tell you slowly when we

to the hospital to treat her wounds

her with a stern face. “Tell me, what are

to be mentally prepared for what I’m about to

all kinds of storms and waves. Go ahead, speak up. If I’m scared, I’ll write my