Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica I Choose The Arranged Marriage

Chapter 589.

That comment brought Aveline's rationality back to reality.

When she woke up that day, all the impressions she got were how much she and Alexander loved each other and how much Alexander loved her.

Everything happening was like that perfect gift box, which looks beautiful without any flaws from the outside.

Even if the death of the child was due to an accident, who had hurt her hand?

When she was taking a shower, she discovered that there were many wounds and scars on her body. They were not fatal injuries but more like scrapes, scratches, or falls.

The palms of her hands were also covered with calluses. Her figure was beautiful, but it was not frail and slender but rather wild.

The wound was recent, and she must have been in the gym for a long time, so who trained her body like that?

It doesn't make sense with him saying that she was a housewife.

The most awkward thing was that she only had a few contacts on her phone, and around her, there were a few bodyguards.

And the phone was obviously new, maybe even the phone number is new.

Just like when she lost her memory, her past seemed to have been wiped clean, and no trace could be found.

Aveline immediately became more vigilant in her mind.

"What are you reading at this late hour?"

A hand suddenly reached out from behind. Aveline was so frightened that she quickly locked the screen and put her phone under the pillow.

"Nothing, I was just reading some short stories, did it bother you?"

The man's body moved over, his hot chest pressed against her back, and a cold sweat broke out on her back.

The feeling was like the feeling of déjà vu at the end of a horror novel when the murderer was standing behind her.

Aveline's whole body was so tense that even her breathing was frozen.

Little did she know that Alexander knew her well and noticed that her muscles were tense, and he felt it.

"You were not disturbing me. Turning off the lights and looking at your phone hurts your eyes. Be good and go to sleep."

Alexander took her back into his arms like a normal person. Aveline's hands and feet were so straight that she didn't know how to position them.

Her mind was full of those words, and she had some agenda.

He is her husband; what can he do?

Didn't he say her family was bankrupt? Could it be that her father left her a huge sum of money before his death, and the man was planning to kill her to inherit the money?

Or maybe he had to keep her alive to receive the huge sum of money, so he pretended to be nice to her.

Maybe he had cheated on her a long time ago and had a mistress, and he was just waiting to trick her into

being fooled, and after getting the

money he would kick her away, and he and his mistress would stay

together?

It must be one of those reasons, the short story just now was written like that.

Aveline's mind was filled with the

ideas of Alexander seeking wealth and death from her, and she started

to tremble as she thought about it.

"Can't sleep?" A man's gentle voice came to her ears again.

Why did it sound so much like the murderer's last tenderness before sending her off to heaven?

"I may have slept for too long."

Aveline asked cautiously: "Um...did my father leave me anything before he died?"

"Yes, I will take you there another day."

Look, the fox's tail is exposed.

The day he gets her signature is her death anniversary.

"If you can't sleep, I can tell you a story. Do you like Cinderella or Snow White?"

Aveline snorted: "Do you think I am a three-year-old child?"

A low chuckle came from the man, and she could clearly feel the resonance in his

chest against which her body was pressed.

Damn gold-digger, he even chuckles so sexily.noveldrama

Alexander told a fairytale to her, and ten minutes later, Aveline fell asleep peacefully in his arms.

His fingertips stroked her face, the silly girl was still the same as before, every word and action was revealed on the surface.

After confirming that she was asleep, he took out the phone under her pillow and browsed through her history to find the post.

She used to like to keep diaries, and she still maintains this habit, and also posts things about the two of them online.

It didn't matter that her identity was not revealed. Alexander stared at the comments thoughtfully.