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

promise, Aveline finally breathed a sigh of relief. The man’s gaze locked onto her like a hook, “And as for you, you must be at

believe he had said

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 time

her heart, “What better way to torment you than

The

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enduring the pain surging in her stomach, asked with a weak voice, “Alexander, will you regret treating and torturing me like this

only know that I laugh when you’re in

never expected that their relationship would turn into

her apartment. “Won’t you invite me up for

what he meant. He wanted to

no reason

her own home these past few days, leaving the apartment

on the lights. She rushed to the bathroom first, emptying her stomach of

the alcohol had irritated her stomach, causing

on the ground, sweating like a shrimp.

kind of agony spread from her stomach to every inch of her body, even her breath carried an overwhelming sense