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!

him, his face anxious, “Mr. Sterling, it was

as she said

“Mr. Sterling,

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

Daniel, “…”

I should have

pouring oil on

steps to stand in front of Aveline. Through gritted teeth, he

exploding. She picked up a bottle of medicine from the bedside table and suddenly threw off

look, she raised her hand and

you to the death!”

and grabbed her soft hand, effortlessly twisting it behind

he subdued Aveline, looking at the woman in his arms whose face was flushed with anger, a layer of mist lingering in

heartache was greater than

deep breath and calmed

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

you

better pray that you never fall into my hands in this lifetime.”

crossed a line, but Alexander resisted the urge to strangle

“Even if I jump from the seventh floor, I won’t beg

fiercely before smashing the door and leaving, taking

aren’t you afraid that Ms. Aveline will attempt suicide again?”

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