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

Chapter 82

Alexander reached out to touch her forehead, but Aveline instinctively avoided his hand. “Mr. Sterling please behave yourself.”

“I just wanted to see if you still have a fever,” Alexander explained.

Aveline smirked mockingly. “Mr. Sterling, don’t you find yourself ridiculous? You were the one who tied me up in the bathroom and poured cold water on me. You’re not a three–year–old child, you know the consequences of doing that. Since you already knew I would catch a cold and have a fever, now that it’s really happening, why are you pretending like this for someone else to see?”

“I didn’t know your health would deteriorate to this extent, nor did I know that a fever could be life–threatening for you.”

Aveline’s smile grew wider. “What difference does it make whether you knew or not? We’re already divorced, Mr. Sterling, yet you still keep pretending to be deeply in love. It’s truly disgusting”

Although Aveline didn’t know why Jamie was here, it wasn’t appropriate for her to have prolonged contact with him given her current status.

She regained her composure and gently pulled away from the sticky Jamie. She then lifted the blanket and pulled out the needle inserted in her arm.

Without stopping the bleeding, a tiny drop of fresh blood oozed from the small wound, but she didn’t even furrow her brows or give it a second glance.

“You…”

supporting her weak body. Her eyes were cold and determined as she straightened her back and said word by word.

was you who cheated, and it was you who wanted a divorce. If you can’t swallow the guilt for your sister’s death, then I’ll

that, she leaped up and surprisingly agilely climbed

even if she didn’t die

to do something so

a thin nightgown, her feet bare. The cold wind blew fiercely, causing

on her pale, lifeless face. Her expression was indifferent, devoid of any desire for

saw you, I couldn’t help but fall in love with you. Do you remember that year when you

Those were the happiest days of my life. Every day, I was anxiety, fearing that my good fortune would

s filled with

last longer. But I never expected retribution to come so quickly. In just two short years, I went from heaven to hell. I

that you would come back once I woke up. But when I woke up,

child.”

a year to sort everything out. The rice has already been cooked, and the situation has been set. Everything is irreversible.