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,

was confused, stumbled towards her as if he wanted

in snot and tears, Aveline instinctively opened

back of his collar with one hand, his voice freezing cold,

when she saw that Aveline was safe and

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 won't be able to save you if

murmured in agreement, her gaze fixed on

escape route, not even giving her

"I understand."

lesson." Alexander coldly withdrew his gaze from her face and left

behind him, but the cold aura ding Alexander couldn't be dispelled. Suddenly,

a bone-chilling coldness, "Investigate why her white

her white blood

will give Ms. Aveline a thorough examination tomorrow. Don't worry, based on her physical

"That's good to hear."