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.

the room served as a reminder of

was trying to

the bathtub, with distant lights twinkling,

felt

could she escape

gazing at the same scenery Aveline saw, the evening breeze carrying a hint

well aware of Aveline's resistance, but there were some things he couldn't reveal for the

they had far-reaching

five

him,

minutes.

of her body wash. "Do you think we look like we

he used to stand alone here for a long time, but now Aveline squeezed into

you always like to stay in

pitiful?" He lowered

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smiled, “But from

so you won't be

alone anymore."

arms and

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look of inquiry appeared on Alexander's face, and his fingers, which slid down

her neck, traced it as if by

is joking. I don't think my status has

eyes,

down fiercely, severing all the entanglements between

one go.

head, using his fingers to hold her chin in place as he spoke each word,

touch?"

said, "Alexander, what madness has brought

"Heh."

on her chin and started

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

the Kingsley family, "Alexander, you made

with touching a lover? Or do you think you're something to

the contempt and mockery

Aveline feeling utterly

his sleeve tighter and

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

urgently called out, meeting his slightly

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to look at her, Alexander squeezed out a

smell of the perfume on me. I'll take a shower," Aveline came up with a

cheap but pungent, the kind both he and Aveline detested, similar to the heavily made-up women

released his grip on Aveline and

into the bathroom, locking the door behind her, and looked at her

in the mirror. It was all

and bathrobe were her personal choices, and

neatly placed

served as