Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica I Choose The Arranged Marriage

11.7

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!

anxious, "Mr. Sterling, it was just an accident, Ms. Aveline, please

she said word by word, "It was

breathed a sigh of relief, "Mr. Sterling, you heard that, Ms.

fearlessly added, "If it wasn't a smashed it on the

Daniel, "..."

accident, I should have

was pouring oil

a few steps to stand in front of Aveline. Through gritted teeth, he

verge of exploding. She picked up a bottle of medicine

medicine bottle towards Alexander's

hand and grabbed her soft hand, effortlessly twisting

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

took a deep breath and calmed

onto the bed, gritting his teeth

pray that you never fall into my hands in this

actions had already crossed a line, but Alexander resisted the

completely infuriated 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

fortune teller wouldn't predict that jumping from the seventh floor would leave her unharmed. If Alexander hadn't caught her, if Lucas's inflatable cushion had arrived a moment later,