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

Chapter 48
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Chapter 48 Aveline's movements were a bit unsteady as she stood up. She weakly smiled and said, “Since the first moment I laid eyes on him, I fell in love with him. I have loved him for many years... I... can't let go Ryan saw t saw the tears on her face and wanted to wipe them away for her, but he didn't have the right to do so. He could only maintain his posture and silently watch her.

Tears slid down Aveline's delicate chin as she bitterly smiled, "I know I'm embarrassing myself like this, but just the thought of having to live and face him marrying another woman, I would be even more miserable than I am now. If life has no meaning, I would rather choose death." "I recently read a quote: if it's destined that you won't have a future with this person, but you love them deeply, do you choose the process or the result, or do you turn around and walk away?" Aveline self-mockingly smiled, "If I hadn't met him, I would definitely choose to turn around and walk away. But speople are destined to be together, and I can't escape from that. We made a final agreement: he will accompanyfor a month, and after that, we will divorce. At that time. I will go and see the world you mentioned." Ryan watched her as she held her left shoulder with her right hand, taking each step unsteadily. She didn't look back. "Senior, I'm grateful for everything you've done for me, but someone likedoesn't deserve your kindness." She walked step by step in the cold corridor, while outside, the snowflakes were falling heavily. Her figure grew farther and farther away.

Ryan couldn't help but worry, watching her disappear from his sight through the glass window.

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A bitter smile appeared on his lips. In this state, what was she still holding on to? Was it worth it? Ryan felt that she was like a devout pilgrim, searching for a temple that could never be found in the endless desert.

When Aveline returned to the Sterling residence, all the lights were on in the spacious villa. She tooked at the warm mansion amidst the wind and snow, feeling a sense of deja vu from three years ago.

As she pushed open the door, the warmth of the heating enveloped her. She took off her shoes and walked a few steps, seeing someone busy in the kitchen.

Just like before, he had never left.

Chapter 48 He was wearing a gray cashmere sweater, with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his well-defined forearm that exuded masculine beauty. There was a long and striking scar on his left arm.

This scar was from three years ago when they had just started dating. They encountered a thug who was holding a sharp knife and was about to stab her. He didn't hesitate to block the attack for her.

Alexander was skillfully stirring the pot when someone suddenly hugged him from behind. Aveline buried her head in his back, causing his movements to pause.

He casually stirred the food a few more times and turned off the heat. He stood in front of the stove without turning around, his voice low, "Where did you go?" "I went to the hospital to get my hand stitched up." He knew her personality well. Even if she had a small cut from a knife before, it would still bother her for half a day. She must have fallen hard this time.

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No matter what Nora said, Alexander was not blind. She wanted to harm Jamie, but she also wanted to save but Jamie: He could distinguish that clearly. "Thank you for today. Jamie didn't get hurt." After saying that, Alexander skillfully plated the dishes from the pot and served the rice and soup.

However, Aveline was frozen in place. She was surprised that this was the first the had thanked her. But after the surprise, there was an endless sense of desolation. Thank you meant keeping a distance.

She really wanted to tell him, Alexander, I got my hand stitched up and it hurts, it hurts so much. Can you blow on it for me?

Looking at his tall figure, Aveline's countless words turned into a low murmur at the corner of her lips, "What's there to be thankful for? I hate that brat to the core. I wish he would get hurt more than anyone else. I only twisted my foot and fell while catching him." C