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

Chapter 163

aled and mandar body caught her age. Owen’s skin was slightly darker than Alexander’s, a genuine bronze color.

ders and dancer waist, with dearly defined chest muscles, just like Alexander, he also had some wounds on his body.

we droptere fored down his wall defined abdomen, every movement he made exuded a wild masculine charm.

Branding dah basket, the mulight cat a parking reflection on the sea behind him. Although his face couldn’t be seen, his slender jawline showed diar les in a very pleasant mont

Oxen dimbed schors barefoot, seawater tricking down his military pants, showcasing his well–toned abs.

Keeline anransciously looked away Tll go start a fire to grill the fish.”

Tim. II take care of the innards. We’re lucky, there are a few crabs.”

Aveline quickly gathered dry branches and firewood. She hurriedly came down with the firewood, her stomach churning.

fish quickly approached, squatting down and

she rubbed her stomach and her complexion turned slightly pale, “It’s nothing, just feeling

very

up and met the concerned

to fall down from the ends

the embrace of the half–squatting man. The heat from his body mixed with the team was seeping into her, creating an

physical contact, the proximity still made Aveline feel

away.

her when she heard that she wasn’t feeling well.

her head, knowing that it was her old problem. Coincidentally, she had finished her stomach

you Jack, come with me to the nearby islands and

you” Jack wiped his mouth with the back of his

Aveline’s hand and said, “Don’t worry, even though

even the sea breeze was gentle. Aveline didn’t know why,

days. Tyler said that when

moonlit nights, hanging a small lamp under the cherry blossom tree to enjoy the moon, the scenery was incredibly beautiful