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

Chapter 133

Aveline was completely confused. Just a moment ago, this child was happily offering to get seafood for

her.

What happened?

She quickly asked for his location and rushed over in a hurry.

Bryce was weakly leaning on the sofa, his fair complexion flushed. Even his voice sounded like that of a little kitten. His clean black eyes pleaded with her.

“Aveline, I feel so hot.”

Aveline reached out and touched his forehead, finding it burning hot.

“Besides the fever, is there anything else uncomfortable?”

Even if he caught a cold from the wind, it wouldn’t have come on so quickly. Unless he had an underlying

condition.

As a medical student, she immediately thought of her own field of expertise and quickly searched her

mind for possible acute fever symptoms.

and impatiently unbuttoned his

his hand on Aveline’s hand,

on fire and it’s unbearable.”

did Aveline understand what was happening.

away from the young man’s

did you

just then, I started feeling uncomfortable. I was planning to rest for a bit before coming to find you, but my body kept getting hotter. Aveline, I feel so

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found herself falling into the young man’s embrace. His gaze W***TTRE. # # corolled by drugs, and his words were slurred, “Aveline, I don’t want a doctor, I just want you. Wives you placed your hand on my forehead just now, 1 felt

and laugh at his childishness. “You silly boy, I don’t have any medicine. A

already lost his sanity. He pulled her onto the sofa, and

of bergamot, clean like a young

Aveline feel extremely uncomfortable. “Bryce, calm down.