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.

loosened his tie and impatiently unbuttoned his collar, revealing his clean

his hand on Aveline’s hand,

like I’m on

then did Aveline understand what was happening.

her hand away from the young man’s scorching palm.

did you

freshly squeezed juice and poured two cups. I drank half of the cup and just then, I started feeling uncomfortable. I was planning to rest for a bit before coming to

young man’s clean pupils. He had just

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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

“You silly boy, I don’t have any

her onto the sofa, and his scorching

faint scent of bergamot, clean

unfamiliar breath made Aveline feel extremely uncomfortable. “Bryce,