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

Chapter 500.

Aveline walked in by accident. She remembered that this was originally the guest room used by the Blackwood family to entertain guests.

Now it has been opened into a large room, half pink and half sky blue, all very soft colors.

There were soft plush carpets underfoot, and some clouds were painted on the ceiling.

The door closed, and the lights in the room suddenly went out.

There were a lot more stars on the ceiling, and the light was very soft.

From time to time, one or two shooting stars passed by.

Some ambient lights were on in the room, and a music box played soft music to her ears.

Cradles, rocking horses, toys of all kinds.

There was a dazzling array of little clothes, neatly arranged from newborn to one year old.

There was also a place dedicated for the children to play next to it, with a tall castle, slides, and swings.

Alexander thought of almost everything related to babies.

perfect than

world would

her fingers, not knowing what she was thinking of, and her eyes were

hugged her from behind, placing his big

a good father and take good care of

said in a trembling voice: "Do you think that doing this can wipe

I want to make up for it, Aveline, can you

to hide your beauty in a golden house and keep me

Mrs. Sterling's position, I can give you

is what I

is not a situation of hiding a beautiful girl in a golden house. This will be our

the flowers and plants at will in

Why do you think you can say something soft after hurting me like this and I will forgive you if you make up

injured right hand, "Have you seen this hand of mine? You broke my wings with your own hands

will be moved by you doing this? I

Even if the children would be born into a single-parent family, I will

Aveline pulled off the veil on her head, "What I look forward to is not the wedding, but the man

fiercely, and the white veil slowly fell from her hand and landed at Alexander's

to end, and he just watched

"Aveline, I thought..."