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

Chapter 185

The ashtray was heavy, and she struggled to hold it with one hand.

She even found herself estimating whether, if she dropped the ashtray, the blood flowing from Alexander’s head would splash onto her face.

When she realized she had such a thought, Aveline was startled by herself.

Just then, Alexander turned to look at her, and their eyes met.

Before he could speak, Aveline hurriedly said, “Why are you smoking so much?”

The moment Alexander saw her, his first thought was that she wanted to attack him with the

ashtray. But when he heard her words, he dispelled his doubts.

With a cold and indifferent expression, he asked, “Is it any of your concern?”

The disdainful tone filled with contempt made Aveline put down the ashtray. Next time, she would

have to use something sharper if she intended to act.

Suppressing her displeasure, she reached out and tugged at Alexander’s sleeve, whispering, “Um…

I’m sorry for what I said this morning. I apologize to you.”

Alexander’s gaze fell on Aveline’s face. Her naturally fair complexion appeared somewhat pale under the cold light. She wasn’t wearing makeup, her face was clean and natural. Although

lacked a lot of

version of Aveline was undoubtedly

could never resist her coquettish tugging at his sleeve. Whenever she did that, he would

willing to pluck the stars from the sky for her.

food?” His words eased the tension between

quickly pushed all the food in front of him.

curry rice, five–color vegetable salad, and a bowl of pigeon soup. Simple home–cooked dishes, but they suited

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had been a long time since Alexander had eaten the bento she

time making a hento for him in the kitchen, clumsy

face

few big, shiny blisters from being scalded by oil, but she didn’t care. After plating the food, she smiled and handed it to him, “Here, I made this. Even if it’s not

his side, there was no confidence on her face, only

cautiously, “I’ve

him the chopsticks, and Alexander didn’t

long–lost taste spread on his tongue, easily taking

good? Do you like

Since when did she

this morning?”

was a bit out of

“Have you eaten?”