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

11.7

Chapter 88

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense, as if even the air had solidified.

Facing the imminent outbreak of war, Daniel quickly spoke up to defuse the situation, “Mr. Sterling, as long as Ms. Aveline is fine, everyone can be happy.”

Alexander withdrew his gaze from Aveline’s body, seemingly unwilling to waste another word on someone like her. He turned around expressionlessly.

“Take care of yourself.”

Aveline endured and endured, but in the end, she couldn’t hold back any longer. She looked at the arrogant man who always thought he was right, and suddenly threw the bowl of porridge in her hand.

“Damn you!”

It was him who pursued her back then, it was him who wanted to marry her, and it was his possessiveness that made her give up everything.

Now that she had been reduced to this state, he actually had the nerve to say she was pretending.

The white porridge splattered on Alexander’s back, and the mixture of rice and soup flowed down his designer suit.

Alexander looked at her with a chilling gaze, unable to hide his anger in his eyes.

He walked towards Aveline with quick steps, and seeing this, Daniel hurriedly intervened. The fuse of a firecracker had been lit, this was going to explode!

reached out to stop him, his face anxious, “Mr. Sterling, it was just an accident, Ms. Aveline, please

her face cold as she said word by word, “It was

breathed a sigh of relief, “Mr. Sterling, you

“If it wasn’t a smashed it on the back of your head! Smash

Daniel, “…”

should have

pouring oil on the

walked a few steps to stand in front

a bottle of medicine from the bedside table and suddenly threw off the blanket and jumped off

look, she raised her hand and smashed the medicine bottle towards Alexander’s head,

you to

his hand and grabbed her soft hand,

at the woman in his arms whose face was flushed with anger, a layer

heartache was greater than the

a deep breath and calmed the anger in

Aveline back onto the bed, gritting his teeth and squeezing out a sentence, “Remember what

you

today. You better pray that you never fall into my hands

actions had already crossed a line, but Alexander resisted the

completely infuriated him, “Even if I jump from the seventh floor,

glared at her fiercely before smashing the

behind, “Mr. Sterling, aren’t you afraid that Ms. Aveline will attempt suicide again?”