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

Chapter 174

Aveline widened her eyes in disbelief.

These past few days, she had imagined countless times how Alexander would react if he caught her doing something. But never once did she imagine it would be like this.

He was like a traveler in the desert, desperately seeking a source of water. And now, he had finally found a clear spring. He kissed it delicately, savoring every drop, afraid of losing it.

Aveline’s heart was pounding in her chest. She saw the man’s trembling long eyelashes, which covered the expression in his eyes, making it impossible for her to discern his thoughts.

It had been so long since she had seen such tenderness from him.

Lost in her thoughts, Aveline suddenly felt a sharp pain as Alexander bit her lip forcefully.

His voice was cold and hoarse, “Are you thinking about him again?”

For heaven’s sake, her mind was filled with thoughts of him. She had no time to think about anything else.

Aveline’s face turned cold as she replied, “No, how many times do I have to say it? We’re just ordinary friends.”

“Hmph,” he scoffed.

Clearly, in his eyes, she was nothing but an unfaithful wife. He refused to believe anything she said.

Not only did he not believe her, but his emotions became more extreme. He touched Aveline’s face with his fingertips, his voice heavy, “Did he touch you?”

Aveline’s eyes widened, not expecting him to say such words. Her voice turned even colder, “No, stop it!”

Each of his words felt like a knife piercing her heart, followed by a sprinkle of salt. The pain in her heart far outweighed any physical injuries.

touched your hand,” Alexander, like a paranoid child, slid his

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with hers.

mouth, but no words came out. She didn’t know how

could do was suppress her emotions, not

anger. Alexander bent

bathroom.

Aveline grabbed onto his clothes, memories of past unpleasant experiences resurfacing, causing her body

going to

gently placed her in the bathtub, his voice soothing, “Don’t be afraid, I’ll wash you

again, damn it!

MAY

the feeling of cold water penetrating her bones. She shook her head hurriedly, “Alexander, no, don’t treat

on, and steam

this time it

began

piece after another, until only the last layer remained.

the past, but it had been

Aveline felt a mix of love, hatred, and anger towards

him.

she felt disgusted

touch me!” She crossed her arms in front of