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

hapter 78

Although it was the body he was once most familiar with it was the first time Alexander sans the scars Aveline’s lower abdomen.

In fact, he knew that she was allergic to anesthesia, and during the surgery, her abdomen was out open He heard her heart–wrenching screams from outside the operating room and knew exactly how many layers and stitches were used to close her wound.

In addition to the abdominal wound, there was also a new wound on the inside of her left arm Alexander suddenly remembered the day Nora came to cause trouble, and she went to the hogical

He thought she had just scraped her skin at most, but he didn’t expect it to be such a long scar

How did someone who was so afraid of pain endure it without making a sound? She camaly brained of

this matter.

Alexander pursed his lips, thinking about the words Aveline said before she lost consciousness. His heart felt like it had been scraped by a sharp blade, bleeding profusely.

Alexander changed her into a soft nightgown, raised the room temperature, and held her tightly in his

arms

Jordan quickly brought in a private doctor, Daniel Seeing this scene, their first reaction was to avoid

what’s wrong with

“Yes, Mr. Sterling.”

a good foundation and rarely got sick. Every time saw her, it was either

that the girl was full

lively girl he once joked about lay pale

weak

based on my preliminary judgment. Ms. Avvine fainted due to excessive weakness. She just caught a chill so she needs to keep warm to prevent

been somewhat weak recently, it was just a

course, when it comes to traditional Chinese

took out a needle to draw blood. Tll take Ms. Aveline’s blood for testing first,

“Okay.”

the young boy in a white shirt for the first time on the playground and fell in love

her from drowning. She still remembered how excited and happy she was at that time. In a panic, she clung to his neck, feeling his

fell in love and became a couple. He spoiled her

it would be great. Then

and over

her furrowed brows and heard her incessant muttering. “My

back my child!”

my life to