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!

leather shoes made a “creaking” sound as they stepped on the snow, as if the sound

face turned pale. There was a hundred–year–old tree standing

to a

movements

waiting for a few seconds, she only heard the sound of the man leaving. He hadn’t noticed her. Aveline finally let out a sigh

red blood around her, which stood out clearly against the snowy backdrop. How could

those few seconds of pause, Aveline didn’t know what he was thinking. Obviously, he let her

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moonlight. She couldn’t see his expression,

had a feeling, perhaps this was his silent

some bloodstains, which frightened Maya into a frenzy. “Did Alexander do this? Even if I have to risk my life, I will

to pry off the car’s bumper to smash Alexander’s door. “Take me to the hospital first.

do you have?” Maya asked in return.

long story. I’ll tell you slowly when

took her to the hospital to treat her wounds and returned,

sat across from her with a stern face. “Tell me, what

need to be mentally prepared for

proud. “What? Are you looking down on me? I’ve experienced all kinds of storms and waves. Go ahead, speak up. If I’m scared,