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,

who was confused, stumbled towards her as

his face covered in snot and tears, Aveline instinctively opened

with one hand, his voice

relief when she saw

an IV drip. He patiently advised, "Your white blood cell count is very low,

in agreement, her gaze fixed on the white ceiling like

long cut off her escape route, not even giving

"I understand."

his gaze from her

followed behind him, but the cold aura ding Alexander couldn't be

clouded with anger, his voice filled with a bone-chilling coldness, "Investigate why her white blood

white blood cell count suddenly drop like this? Thinking back to her frequent

thorough examination tomorrow. Don't worry, based on her physical

"That's good to hear."