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

Chapter 95

These words were particularly harsh, and yet she had no choice.

The hand that stopped him had to let go, and Alexander reached into her down jacket. Underneath was a sweater, and underneath the sweater was a padded vest. And inside the padded vest was another layer of

warm clothing.

He furrowed his brows, puzzled, and asked, “Are you an old lady? Why are you wearing so many layers?”

Blushing, Aveline bit her lip and replied, “I’m afraid of the cold.”

Soon, Alexander realized something. Even though she was wearing so many layers, she didn’t look fat at all. Just how skinny had she become?

The evil thoughts that had just arisen in Alexander’s mind disappeared completely, replaced by an invisible sense of guilt.

Aveline didn’t know how things had turned out like this either. She stared at his pitch–black pupils with displeasure and said, “Are you not afraid of Nora finding out about your behavior towards me? Don’t forget, we’re already divorced.”

Alexander’s cold and disdainful voice came through, “You have no right to interfere in my affairs with her. I agreed to your proposal just now. From now on, you will be my substitute.”

Aveline hurriedly spoke up, “What about Leo…”

will find him.”

like a hook, “And as for you, you must be at my beck and call whenever

had said those words.

the shimmering tears in her eyes, Alexander’s icy fingertips brushed across her cheek, his voice taunting and contemptuous, “I suddenly realized something. It seems that I still desire your body, and every

“What better way to torment you

The

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voice,

laugh when

never expected that their relationship would turn into something like this.

apartment. “Won’t you invite me up for

obvious what he meant. He wanted to finish what they hadn’t done in the car.

had no reason to

had returned to her own home these past few days, leaving the apartment

opened, and Aveline didn’t even have time to turn on the lights. She rushed to the bathroom

cleared a bit, but the alcohol had irritated

her curl up on the ground, sweating like a

stomach to every inch of her body, even her breath carried