Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica I Choose The Arranged Marriage

Chapter 53

Alexander remained silent, his face turning cold as a gust of icy air surrounded Aveline.

His

Adam's apple moved slightly. "I also wish it had nothing to do with you. But on that day, you went to the cemetery and stayed there for three hours. Tell me, what were doing?"

you

Aveline found it ridiculous, "I already said I went to visit my grandmother. Is it wrong for me to have a conversation with someone who can't talk? This is a tombstone, not a steamed bun. It won't break just by touching it! If you want to frame me, at least provide some evidence."

"Take a good look at this, what is it?"

a hammer in her hand, was even

tomb. I felt sorry for him, so

anxiously explained, "I only spoke a few words in front of Layla's grave. Everything was fine when I left. Alexander, believe me, why would I do something like this? What benefit

his fingertip against her lips. "Why does such a beautiful mouth

why you suddenly changed. Even if I found

death. Besides your Blackwood family, she had no enemies. Who else would destroy her

couldn't, but could

me for not saving the child, blamed me for bankrupting the Blackwood family. You hated me and hated Layla,

on her grave."

shook her head repeatedly,

me, but suddenly you changed your mind and asked for a month. What are you planning? Do you want to avenge Anthony?" Tears welled up in Aveline's anxious eyes, feeling utterly speechless. She shook her head repeatedly,