Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica I Choose The Arranged Marriage

Chapter 82

Alexander reached out to touch her forehead, but Aveline instinctively avoided his hand. "Mr. Sterling please behave yourself."

"I just wanted to see if you still have a fever," Alexander explained.

Aveline smirked mockingly. "Mr. Sterling, don't you find yourself ridiculous? You were the one who tied me up in the bathroom and poured cold water on me. You're not a three-year-old child, you know the consequences of doing that. Since you already knew I would catch a cold and have a fever, now that it's really happening, why are you pretending like this for someone else to see?"

"I didn't know your health would deteriorate to this extent, nor did I know that a fever could be life- threatening for you."

Aveline's smile grew wider. "What difference does it make whether you knew or not? We're already divorced, Mr. Sterling, yet you still keep pretending to be deeply in love. It's truly disgusting"

Although Aveline didn't know why Jamie was here, it wasn't appropriate for her to have prolonged contact with him given her current status.

She regained her composure and gently pulled away from the sticky Jamie. She then lifted the blanket and pulled out the needle inserted in her arm.

Without stopping the bleeding, a tiny drop of fresh blood oozed from the small wound, but she didn't even furrow her brows or give it a second glance.

"You..."

her weak body. Her eyes were cold and determined as she straightened her back and

you can't swallow the guilt for your sister's death, then

and surprisingly agilely climbed onto

she didn't die from the fall, she would be severely

her to do something

was only wearing a thin nightgown, her feet bare. The cold

expression was indifferent, devoid of any desire

love with you. Do you remember that

got to be with you. Those were the happiest days of my life. Every day, I was anxiety, fearing that my good fortune would be taken away by the

s filled with

expected retribution to come so quickly. In just two short years,

believe your betrayal. I thought it was just a dream, and that you would come back

up. But when I woke up, I saw you swimming towards her. You gave up on me