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.

tie and impatiently unbuttoned his collar, revealing his

placed his hand on

like I’m on fire and it’s unbearable.”

did Aveline understand what

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

you

of the cup and just then, I started feeling uncomfortable. I was

He had just come of age, caught between being a

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the caps of juice on the table, one half drunk

realized that someone was trying to harm

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she know who was behind it.

me? She brought this

slurred, “Aveline, I don’t want a doctor, I just want you. Wives you placed your hand on my forehead just

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

had already lost his sanity. He pulled her onto the sofa, and his scorching lips landed on Aveline’s

scent of bergamot,

“Bryce, calm down. I’ll