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.

time she realized it, she had already arrived at the

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

treated her well, and most of the

meetings.

with Anthony, she was always serious, never smiling.

seen on her face. At that time, she was cold to Anthony and herself, only cooking when she was in

had been able to sense the different atmosphere between her parents since she

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though she loved her mother’s cooking and wanted Elizabeth to

did better in school and behaved better, her parents would be better, and they would accompany her

end, what Aveline waited for was

over to hold her hand. “Aveline is here, come over,

unusually not so serious, also smiled and said, “Yes, try it. Your mother specially prepared it for you. Aveline. I was also surprised by your father’s matter. If you don’t mind

this man was not lying, but Aveline was

time

bowl of noodles in gravy in front of her. “Eat, I remember

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

pan–fried

“You don’t have to pretend like a loving mother if you don’t know how to do

Elizabeth muttered, “I shouldn’t