Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica, I Choose The Arranged Marriag by BlueMoone

Chapter 178 After dealing with the people from the Kingsley family, Alexander thought Aveline wredd be waiting for him in the living room.

Just like many times before, no matter how late he cback, he could always see a small figure sleeping on the sofa in the living room.

She would always leave a light on But today, when he pushed open the front door, the room was pitch black, and Aveline was not on the sofa.

He drank salcohol, feeling slightly intoxicated.

If it were before, Aveline would have greeted him at this time, complaining while making sobering tea for him.

Although she would nag, it was what he liked the most.

Unlike now, even though the room was filled with heating, he still felt cold.

He pushed open the door and could vaguely see a lump on the bed under the light from outside.

She was already asleep.

Not long after Aveline fell asleep, she was pulled into a warm embrace, and the air was filled with the smell of alcohol, waking her up from her dream.

"You've been drinking?" Upon hearing her voice, Alexander unwillingly said, "Aveline, you've changed." Aveline laughed as if she heard a joke, "Are you kidding? Aren't you the one who changed first?" Alexander held her tightly in his arms, and without his usual aggressiveness, he seemed more like a large dog.

His low, hoarse voice, tinged with drunkenness, sounded in her ear, "I haven't changed, never have." 07:42 Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica, I Choose The Arraited 23.999 Chapter 178 Aveline thought he was just talking nonsense because he and Nora's son were both one year old. What right did he have to say he hadn't changed? But she understood Alexander's personality. At this time, she could only go along with him, otherwise she wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.

She dared not move, could only quietly curl up in Alexander's embrace, afraid of angering him. Doing so indeed made Alexander pleased. He held her waist tighter, even resting his head on Aveline's shoulder.

"Aveline, I finally found you. Please don't run away anymore, okay?" His coaxing tone was something she hadn't heard in a long time.

If it were two months ago, she might have been pleasantly surprised, but now her emotions were stable, without any fluctuations.

She knew he was just drunk, and once it was daylight, he would return to his usual self.

They couldn't even achieve a state of mutual respect, only endless fighting.

That night, Alexander held her tightly, as if he had found a lost treasure.

There were no cold words, only tenderness.

He quickly fell asleep, while Aveline was used to being alone. Having a hot body suddenly next to her made it difficult for her to fall asleep.

Her mind was full of Sheila's death.

Once she confirmed that Alexander was sound asleep, she carefully slipped out of his embrace.

Wearing a coat, Aveline cautiously walked to the study.

Not knowing whether to call him fickle or faithful, the password was still her birthday and hadn't changed.

Aveline reopened the safe and took out the file folder she had only glanced at that day.

07:42 Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica, I Choose The Anaited 24.0% Chapter 178 There must be something she had overlooked, Layla's death, Anabelle, Sheila, there must be sconnection between them.

This time, Aveline didn't rush to look at the information on other people, but focused on Layla's file folder.

For Alexander, her death was a taboo. Aveline didn't dare to mention it before, so that night she didn't take a close look at anything related to Layla.

In the safe, besides stoys from her childhood, there was only t Chapter 178 After dealing with the people from the Kingsley family, Alexander thought Aveline wredd be waiting for him in the living room.

Just like many times before, no matter how late he cback, he could always see a small figure sleeping on the sofa in the living room.

She would always leave a light on But today, when he pushed open the front door, the room was pitch black, and Aveline was not on the sofa.

He drank salcohol, feeling slightly intoxicated.

If it were before, Aveline would have greeted him at this time, complaining while making sobering tea for him.

Although she would nag, it was what he liked the most.

Unlike now, even though the room was filled with heating, he still felt cold.

He pushed open the door and could vaguely see a lump on the bed under the light from outside.

She was already asleep.

Not long after Aveline fell asleep, she was pulled into a warm embrace, and the air was filled with the smell of alcohol, waking her up from her dream.

"You've been drinking?" Upon hearing her voice, Alexander unwillingly said, "Aveline, you've changed." Aveline laughed as if she heard a joke, “Are you kidding? Aren't you the one who changed first?" Alexander held her tightly in his arms, and without his usual aggressiveness, he seemed more like a large dog.

His low, hoarse voice, tinged with drunkenness, sounded in her ear, "I haven't changed, never have." 07:42 Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica, I Choose The Arraited 23.999 Chapter 178 Aveline thought he was just talking nonsense because he and Nora's son were both one year old. What right did he have to say he hadn't changed? But she understood Alexander's personality. At this time, she could only go along with him, otherwise she wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.

She dared not move, could only quietly curl up in Alexander's embrace, afraid of angering him. Doing so indeed made Alexander pleased. He held her waist tighter, even resting his head on Aveline's shoulder.

"Aveline, I finally found you. Please don't run away anymore, okay?" His coaxing tone was something she hadn't heard in a long time.

If it were two months ago, she might have been pleasantly surprised, but now her emotions were stable, without any fluctuations.

She knew he was just drunk, and once it was daylight, he would return to his usual self.

They couldn't even achieve a state of mutual respect, only endless fighting.

That night, Alexander held her tightly, as if he had found a lost treasure.

There were no cold words, only tenderness.

He quickly fell asleep, while Aveline was used to being alone. Having a hot body suddenly next to her made it difficult for her to fall asleep.

Her mind was full of Sheila's death.

Once she confirmed that Alexander was sound asleep, she carefully slipped out of his embrace.

Wearing a coat, Aveline cautiously walked to the study.

Not knowing whether to call him fickle or faithful, the password was still her birthday and hadn't changed.

Aveline reopened the safe and took out the file folder she had only glanced at that day.

07:42 Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica, I Choose The Anaited 24.0% Chapter 178 There must be something she had overlooked, Layla's death, Anabelle, Sheila, there must be sconnection between them.

This time, Aveline didn't rush to look at the information on other people, but focused on Layla's file folder.

For Alexander, her death was a taboo. Aveline didn't dare to mention it before, so that night she didn't take a close look at anything related to Layla.

In the safe, besides stoys from her childhood, there was only this on Chapter 178 After dealing with the people from the Kingsley family, Alexander thought Aveline wredd be waiting for him in the living room.

Just like many times before, no matter how late he cback, he could always see a small figure sleeping on the sofa in the living room.

She would always leave a light on But today, when he pushed open the front door, the room was pitch black, and Aveline was not on the sofa.

He drank salcohol, feeling slightly intoxicated.

If it were before, Aveline would have greeted him at this time, complaining while making sobering tea for him.

Although she would nag, it was what he liked the most.

Unlike now, even though the room was filled with heating, he still felt cold.

He pushed open the door and could vaguely see a lump on the bed under the light from outside.

She was already asleep.

Not long after Aveline fell asleep, she was pulled into a warm embrace, and the air was filled with the smell of alcohol, waking her up from her dream.

"You've been drinking?" Upon hearing her voice, Alexander unwillingly said, "Aveline, you've changed." Aveline laughed as if she heard a joke, “Are you kidding? Aren't you the one who changed first?" Alexander held her tightly in his arms, and without his usual aggressiveness, he seemed more like a large dog.

His low, hoarse voice, tinged with drunkenness, sounded in her ear, "I haven't changed, never have." 07:42 Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica, I Choose The Arraited 23.999 Chapter 178 Aveline thought he was just talking nonsense because he and Nora's son were both one year old.

What right did he have to say he hadn't changed? But she understood Alexander's personality. At this time, she could only go along with him, otherwise she wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.

She dared not move, could only quietly curl up in Alexander's embrace, afraid of angering him. Doing so indeed made Alexander pleased. He held her waist tighter, even resting his head on Aveline's shoulder.

"Aveline, I finally found you. Please don't run away anymore, okay?" His coaxing tone was something she hadn't heard in a long time.

If it were two months ago, she might have been pleasantly surprised, but now her emotions were stable, without any fluctuations.

She knew he was just drunk, and once it was daylight, he would return to his usual self.

They couldn't even achieve a state of mutual respect, only endless fighting.

That night, Alexander held her tightly, as if he had found a lost treasure.

There were no cold words, only tenderness.

He quickly fell asleep, while Aveline was used to being alone. Having a hot body suddenly next to her made it difficult for her to fall asleep.

Her mind was full of Sheila's death.

Once she confirmed that Alexander was sound asleep, she carefully slipped out of his embrace.

Wearing a coat, Aveline cautiously walked to the study.

Not knowing whether to call him fickle or faithful, the password was still her birthday and hadn't changed.

Aveline reopened the safe and took out the file folder she had only glanced at that day.

07:42 Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica, I Choose The Anaited 24.0% Chapter 178 There must be something she had overlooked, Layla's death, Anabelle, Sheila, there must be sconnection between them.

This time, Aveline didn't rush to look at the information on other people, but focused on Layla's file folder.

For Alexander, her death was a taboo. Aveline didn't dare to mention it before, so that night she didn't take a close look at anything related to Layla.

In the safe, besides stoys from her childhood, there was only this one brown paper bag.

Aveline wondered if after her death, her whole life would also turn into a stack of paper, redounting her past, and completely forgotten by people after ten years. Layla's adoptive parents had died many years ago. If her adoptive parents were dead, did she still have any friends? It was impossible for a person to live in this world without leaving any trace.

Aveline used her phone to take pictures of the documents one by one, believing that the truth must be hidden inside.

As she nervously took pictures, a cold voice suddenly cfrom the doorway, "Have you seen enough?" ♡ (0) e brown paper bag.

Aveline wondered if after her death, her whole life would also turn into a stack of paper, redounting her past, Completely forgotten by people and after ten years. Layla's adoptive parents had died many years ago. If her adoptive parents were dead, did she still have any friends? It was impossible for a person to live in this world without leaving any trace.

Aveline used her phone to take pictures of the documents one by one, believing that the truth must be hidden inside.

As she nervously took pictures, a cold voice suddenly cfrom the doorway, "Have you seen enough?" ♡ (0) his one brown paper bag.

Aveline wondered if after her death, her whole life would also turn into a кравет stack of paper, redounting her past, and completely forgotten by people after ten years. Layla's adoptive parents had died many years ago. If her adoptive parents were dead, did she still have any friends? It was impossible for a person to live in this world without leaving any trace.

Aveline used her phone to take pictures of the documents one by one, believing that the truth must be hidden inside.

As she nervously took pictures, a cold voice suddenly cfrom the doorway, "Have you seen enough?" ♡ (0)