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

Chapter 232

Chapter 232

As the words fell, a look of inquiry appeared on Alexander's face, and his fingers, which slid down to

the side of her neck, traced it as if by chance. "Jealous?"

"Mr. Sterling is joking. I don't think my status has rights to jealousy."

Seeing the hint of disgust in her eyes, Alexander leaned down and bit her neck.

Sometimes, he even wanted to bite down fiercely, severing all the entanglements between them in

one go.

With obvious resistance, Aveline raised her hand, and Alexander lifted it to her head, using his fingers to hold her chin in place as he spoke each word, "Since you know your status, why resist my

touch?"

Furrowing her brows, Aveline said, "Alexander, what madness has brought you here?"

"Heh."

-Alexander released his hold on her chin and started unbuttoning her blouse.

Aveline had made a pact with him long ago. She couldn't resist, and she shouldn't resist.

All she could do was bring up the Kingsley family, "Alexander, you made a promise to the Kingsley family. What are you'doing by touching me now?"

"What's wrong with touching a lover? Or do you think you're something to be reckoned with?"

What remained unchanged throughout history was the contempt and mockery in his eyes, which

left Aveline feeling utterly humiliated.

She clenched his sleeve tighter and tighter.

His breathing grew more urgent, and Aveline's clothes were almost torn, the impending conflict about to erupt.

"W-Wait... hold on!" she urgently called out, meeting his slightly reddened eyes.

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Lowering his head to look at her, Alexander squeezed out a voice through his teeth, "What is it?"

"I don't like the smell of the perfume on me. I'll take a shower," Aveline came up with a feeble excuse.

He had just smelled it, not cheap but pungent, the kind both he and Aveline detested, similar to the heavily made-up women in nightclubs.

He released his grip on Aveline and issued a final command, "Five minutes."

Aveline almost rushed into the bathroom, locking the door behind her, and looked at her terrified

reflection in the mirror. It was all too familiar to her.

The towel and bathrobe were her personal choices, and their couple's

toothbrushes were neatly placed together.

in the room served as a reminder

was trying to avoid his

with distant lights twinkling,

felt

Where could she

scenery Aveline saw, the

there were some things he couldn't

they had

five

Aveline walked up to him, and he glanced at his watch

minutes.

into his arms, inhaling the familiar scent of her body wash. "Do you think we look like we used to

here for a long time,

stay in

He

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and smiled, “But from now on,

so you won't be

alone anymore."

his arms and the face

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a look of inquiry appeared on Alexander's face, and his

neck, traced

think my status has

her eyes, Alexander leaned down and bit her

bite down fiercely, severing all the

one go.

his fingers to hold her chin in place as he spoke each word, "Since you know your status, why resist

touch?"

brows, Aveline said, "Alexander, what madness has brought you

"Heh."

her chin and started unbuttoning her

with him long ago. She couldn't resist, and she shouldn't

do was bring up the Kingsley family, "Alexander, you made a promise to the Kingsley family. What are you'doing by touching

touching a lover? Or do you think you're

throughout history was the

Aveline feeling

his sleeve tighter and

Aveline's clothes were almost torn, the impending conflict about

urgently called out, meeting his slightly reddened

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head to look at her, Alexander squeezed out a voice

the perfume on me. I'll take a shower," Aveline came

just smelled it, not cheap but pungent, the kind both he and Aveline detested, similar to

Aveline and issued a final command,

the bathroom, locking the

the mirror. It was all too familiar

and bathrobe were her personal choices, and

neatly placed

room served as a