Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica I Choose The Arranged Marriage

Chapter 33 Chapternoveldrama

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The bathroom door was forcefully pushed open, startling Aveline, who had just finished fixing her hair. She looked at him nervously and said, "You..."

Before she could finish her sentence, she saw Alexander's bare upper body, his strong physique unexpectedly intruding into her field of vision.

Even though they almost had a child together and hadn't seen each other for over a year, Aveline still felt a bit uncomfortable seeing him like this. She quickly averted her gaze.

His shadow loomed over her cheek, his unique scent carrying a hint of warmth. Aveline instinctively curled up her body, staring at him warily. "What do you want?"

Alexander slowly bent down, his deep black eyes fixed on her pale cheek as he asked, "You said you were sick before. What kind of illness did you have?"

Aveline met his inquisitive gaze, feeling a mix of emotions.

Those eyes were not mocking, disdainful, or cold. He genuinely cared about her condition.

In that moment, Aveline's emotions were complicated. She suddenly had a thought, would Alexander feel even the slightest bit guilty about what he had done if she told him now?

Seeing her hesitation, Alexander lowered his body even more, their distance now within arm's reach. His gaze seemed to see through everything.

"Well? Speak," he urged.

Aveline panicked, feeling extremely nervous. She licked her lips and said, "I..."

Alexander's phone rang, it was Nora's exclusive ringtone, and it had been Aveline's demon for over a year.

When they were together, whenever he heard that ringtone, no matter what Alexander was doing, he would rush to Nora without hesitation.

Even now, whenever Aveline heard that ringtone elsewhere, it made her both nervous and uneasy. Today, that ringtone felt like a bucket of cold water being poured on her, leaving her icy cold from head to toe.

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She deserved to be hurt so many times, she was just asking for it.

After answering the call, Alexander looked at her again, and Aveline's gaze had changed. The internal struggle in her heart quietly dissipated, leaving only calmness.

She spoke again, "It's nothing, just caught a cold and stayed in the hospital for a few days."

Alexander thought about the withered flowers in their new home, so he assumed she had caught a cold during those days she didn't come back.

It had been three months since they last had contact. He had no idea she was hospitalized.

His heart still couldn't control the slight pain, as if being pricked by a needle. He even felt a hint of guilt. No wonder she had become so thin now.

"You..." Alexander opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Their current relationship didn't allow him to speak words of concern.

"It's all in the past, Alexander. We've reached the point where we can't stand each other anymore. Why hold on? Let's get a divorce, I'm really tired," she said.

Not mentioning divorce was better, but once she brought it up, it made him think of her smile at Ryan in front of the Civil Affairs Bureau. Ryan was like a spark in Alexander's heart, gradually spreading like wildfire.

Every time she asked for a divorce, Alexander felt that she was eager to be with Ryan.

"Heh."

Aveline heard a cold laugh escape his throat. He held her chin and said word by word, "Whether we divorce or not, it's up to me to decide. You haven't suffered enough yet, so how can I bear to let you go?"

After saying that, he let go of her and went back to the bathroom, his eyes filled with boundless hatred. Not finding any other unnecessary hair on the bed, he realized that he had been worried for nothing. She was only thinking about getting a divorce.

Was that man really that good?

Three months ago, she was still kneeling in front of him, desperately begging him not to divorce. Now, she could say she couldn't stand him anymore with a straight face.

Alexander looked at his reflection in the mirror. She was already tired of him, wasn't she?