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

Chapter 470.

Aveline was used to Alexander's indifference. She thought the most terrifying thing was Alexander's previous meanness.

But at this moment, she realized that the direct attacks were not as scary as the Alexander with a smile on his face and affection in his eyes.

And she was just guessing and didn't dare to really expose the fact that she was pregnant.

"Alexander, I will never love you, never."

Alexander didn't care, "Aveline, the future is still very long."

Aveline did not argue with him. She curled up obediently and did not dare to anger Alexander too much.

To be honest with the psycho, either she is tired of living, or she thinks Alexander is tired of living.

Al she can do now is wait for Anthony to recover, wait for the child in her belly to grow up and give birth smoothly, and try to live longer.

Before that, she couldn't create any extraneous problems.

Seeing that Aveline had closed her eyes, Alexander gently tucked her into bed. He leaned over and placed a kiss on her forehead.

"Aveline, don't try to leave me, that is a stupid idea, you know?"

It was obviously the weather in June, but she felt cold all over and didn't dare to move.

was either crazy or

woke up listening to the chirping of birds in

she found that Alexander and Jamie

washed briefly in the tent and then opened the tent

refreshing morning breeze in the mountains can

in one's heart. Aveline took a

heart

far away, Lucas somehow got into trouble with a squirrel.

and said angrily, "Little bastard, if you have the ability to climb the

squirrels on the tree, one big and one small. The big one smashed a small pine cone that had not yet grown up

bastard, you actually dare to hit me. You see if I catch

rolled up his sleeves and started climbing the tree, looking like he was going to fight the

know what to prepare for breakfast. He noticed Aveline's gaze,

the distance looking around to check on the situation. Several people were building small earthen stoves, and they didn't know what they were doing.

"Mr. Sterling and the young

less where he

and then deliberately went in the

she heard a familiar voice: "Mom,

river and turned to

was not on a flat floor at

and said, "Walk slow

don't