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

Chapter 471.

Most of her dreams were related to children. For a period of time, she dreamed every day that in a beautiful field of flowers, a child walked towards her holding a beautiful wreath in his hand, and he put the garland on her head with a smile.

Aveline's brows widened, "Thank you, honey."

"Mom, Mom." Jamie was very happy, and the corners of his mouth almost raised to the sky.

Aveline felt that the child would definitely be a warm man when he grew up. He had been so warm-hearted since he was a child.

She held Jamie's face and kissed it gently, sighing in her heart again how great it would be if he were her own child.

Aveline patted the child's knee and dusted off some weeds and soil.

In her peripheral vision, she saw Alexander standing on the hillside in the distance. He was probably afraid that coming over would affect her mood, so he simply watched from a distance.

Jamie sat beside her, watching the water flowing in the river.

If it was warmer, they could play in the water, but now, the two of them could only pick up stones by the river and throw them in the water.

The little guy usually played with high-end toys at home, but he also enjoyed picking up stones by the river.

Dropping a small stone into the water will make him laugh.

a group of small fry swimming by, and Jamie would

"Aveline, little fishy."

smiled and said, "When the weather gets warmer, auntie will take you to catch fish,

care about catching fish, and he was happy as long as

them played by the water for a long time, and then Alexander walked

wanted to pick up Jamie, and she

held Jamie with one hand and grabbed Aveline's

struggled, but

very strong and tightly held her hand

gave up after trying and allowed him to

very happy when he saw the two of them

at being called like that. Instead, he was

"Good boy."

to herself about why the hand

had ended long ago, and it made her

mind, but it was obvious

he think that doing this would make up for the injuries she had suffered? Can

one wound after another on her body. Although it

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was a symbol of her failure that she would never

smile on