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

Chapter 108

As she walked, she had already considered all the possible outcomes. All she had to do was sacrifice her pride and cooperate with Nora.

It wasn’t that difficult, really.

Compared to death, what did her self–esteem matter?

This was her first time inside Noble Springs. The interior decoration was exactly to her liking blue arches, horseshoe shaped doors and windows, grey mud walls, and white curtains that looked even more mysterious and romantic in the sea breeze.

But unfortunately, the owner of the house was Nora.

Guided by the servant, Aveline arrived in the living room. The spacious and bright room had a 270–degree circular floor–to–ceiling window, allowing a clear view of the sea from every angle.

She hadn’t seen Nora yet when suddenly, there was an extra accessory on her leg. It was none other than Jamie, whom she hadn’t seen in a while.

“Mommy,” he pronounced, his pronunciation even more accurate than before, sounding incredibly

adorable.

The child’s eyes sparkled like stars in the sky, and Aveline felt a sense of warmth upon seeing him again.

Jamie opened his arms towards Aveline, his chubby little mouth drooling as he said, “Mommy, hug…”

Aveline wanted to reach out and rub his head, but the nanny hurriedly came and took Jamie away.

little master, go upstairs quickly. Your mommy has something important to

and immediately started crying, reaching out his

She didn’t expect to have such complex emotions

son.

baby, you finally called me mommy.

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on the sofa by herself, and a servant came over to ask, “Madam, what would you like

her hand lazily and looked

Blackwood’s family mansion, I

“Aveline, as someone from a business family, hasn’t your father taught you that you have to give something to get something? You standing here today, I’ll assume you’re

do you want

servant will tell

servant’s instructions, Aveline baked a tray

“Too sweet.”

baked a second time.

“Too hard.”

or excuse. By the fifth time, she poured the egg