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

Chapter 84

With a determined resolve to die, Aveline jumped from the seventh floor. She could only break free from the shackles of Alexander in this way.

But she never expected that when she jumped, Alexander was faster than her.

She saw that the man didn’t hesitate at all and jumped from the window, using his left foot to push off the windowsill as a pedal, giving his body an acceleration.

In the blink of an eye, he was already by Aveline’s side. Aveline widened her eyes, her pupils trembling

violently.

Is he crazy!

In the swirling snowflakes, she met Alexander’s icy and furious eyes. He threw himself at her with all his strength, like a huge net. Aveline wanted to escape, but she couldn’t escape from his grasp.

In front of him, she was as fragile as a moth, once entering the fire for that beam of light.

It hurt, and she regretted it. Her heart was shattered into pieces, but he didn’t even spare the fragments. He continued to crush and torment her, trampling her into the mud.

of them fell rapidly from the sky.

the bodyguards hurriedly followed, fortunately arriving at the

crashed heavily onto the inflatable column, and then rolled

of them were injured. Jordan upstairs breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily, he was

and the bodyguards were all scared silly. If something happened to Alexander,

column, and then crashed heavily onto the ground. His brows furrowed, but he didn’t

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held tightly by him and

she got up was to slap Alexander’s face hard. “Alexander, why do you want to take away even the right to die!

from his back, Alexander furrowed his brows and grabbed her delicate wrist. There was still lingering anger in his eyes.

was like an enraged beast king, gritting his teeth and growling, “Death is the best relief. I want

to

because Alexander’s voice was too cold, Aveline sniffed and felt the coldness spreading throughout

a moment, he had already stood up and

street lamp fell on Alexander’s face, but couldn’t bring any

features blurred by the snow, and a bone–chilling coldness seemed to seep into his

sense of nobility, superior to the world, made Aveline feel like nothing more than an ant crawling beneath his