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

Chapter 147

A sneer sounded in her ears, “Everyone says that Alexander is devoted and unchanging for ten years, but no one mentioned that he also has an ex–wife.”

Aveline’s fingers clenched tightly, her face filled with sorrow, “In his eyes, I’m just a dispensable plaything. Naturally, he wouldn’t let anyone know about my existence. Last night was the anniversary of my premature son’s death. I sneaked onto the ship to steal Jamie, but I didn’t expect you all to beat me to

it.”

“Your own son is dead, why did you steal someone else’s son?”

Aveline said word by word, “To have his son accompany mine in death! Do you know what kind of life I’ve had this past year? I can’t sleep at night, every time I close my eyes, I can see myself lying on the operating table, I…”

As she spoke, Aveline started crying, her tears falling onto the cold blade and then onto the back of the

man’s hand.

The man moved away his knife, “Why are you crying? I didn’t do anything to you!”

Aveline, in her resentment, didn’t care who the man was and loudly accused Alexander of being a

bastard.

Outside the door.

mouth and jokingly whispered to Tyler beside him, “Hey, do you think the boss has taken a liking to that woman? He actually guarded her all

seen a woman before? I think Boss must have found her suspicious and was afraid

her to the fish last night. Besides, if she comes back, we can just tie her up with a rope. Is there a need for him to stay up all night just to guard her? He must have fallen in love at first sight with her. Honestly, I’ve never seen such a beautiful

awake now, let’s go take a look. I’m afraid the boss

lowered their masks and pushed open the door, only to be stunned by the scene

of them.

the a

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boss was now standing helplessly by the bed, comforting the crying woman, “The dead cannot be

uncontrollably, was even wiping her runny nose on his coat sleeve.

me, is Sterling really

demon, he’s

am I suffering

indeed pitiful when combined with the background. Even the usually imposing boss seemed so helpless, holding

and he coldly spoke,

was speechless, “Boss, do you want us to

gentle and took out a grass–woven bunny from his pocket, placing it in front of Aveline, “Here, stop crying. If you don’t cry, I’ll let you play with this bunny.”