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.

unbuttoned his collar, revealing

placed his hand on Aveline’s hand, holding

I’m on fire and it’s

Aveline understand what was happening.

from the young

did you eat?”

and just then, I started feeling uncomfortable. I was planning to rest for a bit before coming to find you, but my

He had just come of age, caught between

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know who was behind it. Nora.

me? She brought this

young man’s embrace. His gaze W***TTRE. # # corolled by drugs, and his words were slurred, “Aveline, I don’t want a doctor,

laugh at his childishness. “You silly boy, I

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

bergamot, clean like

unfamiliar breath made Aveline feel extremely uncomfortable. “Bryce, calm down.