Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica I Choose The Arranged Marriage

Chapter 85

The sneered coldly and grabbed her wrist with one hand, pulling her into his embrace.

His actions were not gentle at all, but rather rough with a hint of anger, his arm tightly imprisoning her legs

Out of instinct, Aveline's fingers accidentally touched his neck, startling her. She quickly moved her hand away, but the warmth from his body lingered on her fingertips.

"Alexander, let go of me." Aveline struggled weakly, but couldn't shake him at all.

She could only let him carry her into the snow, the thick snow under their feet making a "creak creak" sound.

He didn't say a word from beginning to end, and this silence was suffocating. Aveline was carried back to the sickroom by him.

The warm interior slowly warmed her cold body,

confused, stumbled towards her as if he wanted to

Jamie, his face covered in snot and tears, Aveline instinctively opened her arms to

lifted Jamie by the back of his collar with one hand,

of relief when she saw that

again hooked her up to an IV drip. He patiently advised, "Your white blood cell count is very low, so please don't exert yourself anymore. Even the best doctors

on

her escape route, not even giving her a chance to die. What

"I understand."

gaze from her

cautiously followed behind him, but the cold aura ding Alexander couldn't be dispelled. Suddenly, Alexander stopped in his tracks,

with a bone-chilling coldness, "Investigate why her white blood cell count

been good, so why did her white blood cell count

worry, based on her physical condition from two years

"That's good to hear."