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

Chapter 205

She thought she didn’t care anymore, but at this moment, she realized she couldn’t completely remove this man from her world.

After so many years of love, she couldn’t give up in just a few months.

She hugged her knees, resting her head on her knees, her mind filled with images of Alexander and Nora in bed, her heart aching like a knife cutting through it.

She stayed up all night, enduring until the early hours when the great horned owl left.

Aveline looked at the cold bed beside her, laughing at herself bitterly.

The phone on the bedside table rang, and she quickly answered. It was Elizabeth’s voice, asking her

to come over, saying she had made breakfast that Aveline liked, and Adam also wanted to see her.

Aveline hung up the phone coldly, but her legs moved uncontrollably as she got out of bed.

Her mother’s breakfast, she hadn’t eaten it in many years.

In her memory, Elizabeth was very gentle and made delicious food. Although she rarely cooked, every time she did, it would amaze Aveline for a long time.

it, she had

butler welcomed her politely, and Elizabeth was as elegant and generous as

treated her well, and most of the time

meetings.

she was always serious,

she was cold to

different atmosphere between her parents since she was young, so she tried to be as obedient as possible.

Chapter 205

she loved her mother’s cooking and wanted Elizabeth to attend every parent teacher meeting, she

behaved better, her parents would be better, and they would accompany her

what Aveline waited for was still separation.

the door and quickly came over to hold her hand. “Aveline is here, come over, are

try it. Your mother specially prepared it for you. Aveline. I was also surprised by your father’s matter. If you don’t mind in the future, you can consider me as half a father, and the Kingsley family is also your

clear that this man was not

how much time

warmly, Elizabeth pushed a bowl of noodles in gravy in front of her. “Eat, I remember this was

spicy food, and her favorite breakfast was hot–oil noodles, not

several other dishes, pan–fried buns, dumblings, and

have to pretend like a

it?” Elizabeth muttered, “I shouldn’t