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.

had already arrived

welcomed her politely, and Elizabeth was

and most of the time she was

meetings.

Anthony, she was always serious, never

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

different atmosphere between her parents since she was young, so she tried to

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

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

waited for

and quickly came over to hold her hand. “Aveline is here, come over, are you hungry? Come and have

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

this man was not lying, but Aveline was

barriers, no matter how much time she spent, she couldn’t

pulled to the dining table warmly, Elizabeth pushed a bowl of noodles in gravy in front of her. “Eat, I remember this was

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

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

put down her chopsticks. “You don’t have to pretend like

“I shouldn’t have remembered it wrong.”