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

Chapter 586.

Late at night, Auntie Helen had gone back, and Aveline and Alexander were the only two people left in the whole villa, and she was staring at him with her big eyes.

"Are you sleepy?"

Aveline shook her head quickly, "I'm not sleepy, I can't sleep and will watch TV for a while."

She was just awkward. Although the two had been husband and wife for a long time, her impression of Alexander was still that of a stranger.

Isn't it as embarrassing as having an online date to ask her to have close contact with him?

Her nervousness was noticed by Alexander, and he was not in a hurry, "Okay, I'll accompany you."

Aveline was watching soap operas while Alexander was quickly typing on his laptop keyboard.

From time to time, Aveline glanced at him. He was wearing gold- rimmed glasses, and the lamp above his head cast a dim yellow light on him, giving his cold outline a light touch of tenderness.

As if sensing her gaze, Alexander raised his head.

He was wearing black silk pajamas. The texture of the clothes was very good. The satin exuded soft light under the light, which complemented the frame on the bridge of his nose. His slender middle finger gently pushed the frame, and he turned his head to look at her. His voice was magnetic: "What's wrong?"

a random action by the man. Aveline felt her face feel a little hot for no reason, "No,

thirsty or hungry? You didn't eat much

eyes,

little exaggerated, and Aveline felt that she was

sleeves and patted her head gently, "Wait for

into the kitchen with his long legs, and soon there was the sound of

skills if he could only make her a bowl of pasta. However, looking at him busy in the kitchen, he was comparable

danging

An hour later, Aveline heard him reminding

wash your hands and get

Aveline returned from washing her hands, the man had already put the dishes on

scallops,

piled with red oil, chili pepper, pepper, and garlic cloves.

the normal that she

out a wet tissue and wiped his fingers, "I had

made a few dishes for you

"You, how do you know how to cook this

crayfish, barbecue and so on. Eating outside is not hygienic to me, so

fell on the back of his white hands. Alexander's skin