Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica I Choose The Arranged Marriage

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Chapter 88

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense, as if even the air had solidified.

Facing the imminent outbreak of war, Daniel quickly spoke up to defuse the situation, "Mr. Sterling, as long as Ms. Aveline is fine, everyone can be happy."

Alexander withdrew his gaze from Aveline's body, seemingly unwilling to waste another word on someone like her. He turned around expressionlessly.

"Take care of yourself."

Aveline endured and endured, but in the end, she couldn't hold back any longer. She looked at the arrogant man who always thought he was right, and suddenly threw the bowl of porridge in her hand. "Damn you!"

It was him who pursued her back then, it was him who wanted to marry her, and it was his possessiveness that made her give up everything.

Now that she had been reduced to this state, he actually had the nerve to say she was pretending. The white porridge splattered on Alexander's back, and the mixture of rice and soup flowed down his designer suit.

Alexander looked at her with a chilling gaze, unable to hide his anger in his eyes.

He walked towards Aveline with quick steps, and seeing this, Daniel hurriedly intervened. The fuse of a firecracker had been lit, this was going to explode!

him, his face anxious, "Mr. Sterling, it was just an

she said word by word, "It

breathed a sigh of relief, "Mr. Sterling, you

wasn't a smashed it on the back of your head! Smash you,

Daniel, "..."

accident, I should have

was pouring oil on

steps to stand in front of Aveline. Through

already on the verge of exploding. She picked up a bottle of medicine from the bedside table and suddenly threw off

fierce look, she raised her hand and smashed the medicine bottle towards

raised his hand and grabbed her soft

face was flushed with anger, a layer of mist lingering in his eyes. Alexander couldn't describe

breath and calmed the anger

his teeth and squeezing out a sentence, "Remember what

today. You better pray that you never

actions had already crossed a line, but Alexander resisted the urge to strangle

him, "Even if I jump from the seventh floor, I won't beg you." Alexander glared at her fiercely before smashing the door and leaving, taking everyone with him. Jordan followed behind, "Mr. Sterling, aren't you afraid that Ms. Aveline will attempt suicide again?" Alexander took

would risk their life like that. Even a fortune teller wouldn't predict that jumping from the seventh floor would leave her unharmed. If Alexander hadn't