Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica I Choose The Arranged Marriage

Chapter 360 The room was very dark. In order for him to sleep peacefully, the blackout curtains were pulled tightly. She gently opened a gap to let a ray of light into the room.

Aveline walked to the bed cautiously. If he were as alert as before, he would have woken up long ago.

Now his eyes were closed tightly, and there was a finished bottle next to him.

Aveline reached out and touched his forehead, which was burning hot.

Sure enough, the fever had not subsided.

Alexander's physical fitness has always been very good, and he rarely gets sick like this.

It seemed that Layla's matter would have to wait until he woke up later for them to discuss it.

As soon as she retracted her hand, her wrist got grabbed.

In the next second, the man pulled hard, and Aveline fell into the man's arms.

She frowned and subconsciously wanted to push him away, but she heard his hoarse muffled voice: "Don't go."

Aveline met his eyes, and with a ray of skylight, she could vaguely see his red eyes, which made him look like a poor child.

She sighed softly, but after that, she made no move and snuggled into his arms obediently.

Alexander was very happy and wrapped his arms tightly around her.

His hot breath enveloped Aveline from all directions, making her quite uncomfortable.

It had been a long time since they had been in such an intimate posture.

Even though they were former lovers, such a close distance made her feel a little at a loss.

"Relax your hold a little, I can't breathe." Aveline complained in a low voice. Alexander was half asleep. Instead of letting go, he hugged her tighter and kept murmuring: "Aveline, I was wrong. I was really wrong. Don't leave me."

Let alone now, his action would have been shocking to her even in the past. Alexander was a lofty god; how could he be wrong?

Now, like a helpless child, he kept saying that he was wrong and she should not leave him.

Aveline was about to say something when she felt the man's fingers suddenly go under her thin clothes.

"What are you doing?"

Alexander turned over and lay on top of her. He was wearing navy blue pajamas with a few buttons open.

A large area of his skin was exposed, and the wound on his chest could be vaguely seen.

He turned out to be heavier than she thought.

The scar had healed, but it formed a winding centipede shape on his chest.

She swallowed her scolding words and reached out to caress the wound.

If she hadn't jumped that day, he wouldn't have gotten the scar.noveldrama

One might say that he is a bad

ut when she jumped off the

but the he jumped right after her without hesitation. Content Belongs to

When she was kidnapped, he even traded his life for her.

One could say he's indifferent, but all the injuries he has had so far were caused because of her.

Aveline didn't even know what words to use to describe the relationship between the two of them.

Her cool fingertips touched the wound, and his already hot body became even hotter because of her touch.

"Does it hurt?"

Like a wronged child, Alexander said

more. It hurts, and it h

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when I think of you."

Aveline met his eyes and found that even the ends of his eyes were dyed red.

His skin was fair, and the blush was particularly obvious.

Especially the messy hair that covered his forehead, with a few playfully raised strands, and he did not look the same as when he was on the boat, condescending and domineering.

He looks just like a kid who was bullied.

Aveline had seen him like that once; it was the only time he was drunk.

He showed a rare innocence, as simple as a child.

She couldn't resist and turned away, "Get off me first, I have something to tell

you."

"No!" Alexander looked stubborn, like a rebellious child.

He stretched out his hand, and her chin was clamped by hot fingers, pulling her face towards him.

Before Aveline could react, the next second, he kissed her domineeringly.

His kiss sucked her breath away.