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

Chapter 393.

Now, it was Aveline's turn to be curious. What's going on with this child?

It seemed like the first time they met when he couldn't even walk, he would pull on her clothes and call her mom.

"He really doesn't call anyone else mom?"

"No, Young Master and I live and eat together. Except for having conversations, he never calls anyone Mom. Besides, don't underestimate him, his temperament is exactly like the master's. Since you left, he rarely let people hold him. So I find it strange that he is so intimate with Ms. Blackwood, and even calls you mom."

These words made Aveline a little embarrassed, so Aveline had to find an excuse. "It is probably because I took him with me to the island last time, which made him dependent."

"Probably so. By the way, Ms. Blackwood was really brave that night.

Those criminals were holding guns, and you still caught up to them. If it weren't for you, the Young Master would definitely not have come back."

Aveline smiled unnaturally. She lowered her eyes and glanced at Jamie.

While she was chatting with Evelyn, Jamie was obediently nestling in her arms, playing with the decorations on her clothes, and the corners of mouth drooled, looking innocent and bright.

and prepared milk powder for her. Nicole sat obediently on the sofa, drinking milk,

uncomfortable. Being stared at by Nora's miniature face, it was as if Nora

and said, "Young Master doesn't wear diapers anymore. I'll take him to the

leaned against Aveline's arms on the spot.

Aveline carried Jamie to

left him behind

now was that Aveline would leave him again, so he didn't want to be separated

also calmed Aveline's

was not a trace of Nora on this child's face, and Aveline had an inexplicable

her anymore, he still followed her step

was sitting on the baby stool, while Jamie was glued to

so much that people who don't know might think

too forward and only realized

know you didn't mean any harm, it's

Master, I'll feed you after

was open, like a little bird waiting to be fed,