Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica I Choose The Arranged Marriage

Chapter 602.

She just lost her memory and was not a fool. The corridor had obviously been cleared in advance, so how could reporters appear out of thin air?

How could that woman with exquisite makeup and a decent dress fall down casually because she was wearing high heels?

It was obvious that she planned all that in advance.

That strategy seems simple, but it was very effective.

It's just that Aveline couldn't understand that although Alexander's family background was not bad, he was just a higher-level businessman. Why would she use such methods for him?

What would he do when faced with a woman throwing herself into his arms?

Aveline found that she was not as uncomfortable as she thought, and she was even calmly waiting to see Alexander's reaction.

If a delicate woman falls down, any person, let alone a man, would instinctively pick her up.

Alexander was on the phone at first. At that moment, his slender figure was stretched by the light, and his back was straight.

His expression was cold and calm from beginning to end until the moment when

the woman was about to fall into his arms; he took a step back.

Instinct has long been under control for Alexander, and he could deal with whatever calmly in any situation.

Not to talk about falling, even if one cut themselves close to him, he would step back, fearing that their blood would splash on him and stain his clothes.

The woman's last expression before she fell was seen by Aveline.

She was shocked, horrified, and incomprehensible.

Did Alexander seriously back away?

She had planned everything about the time, the place, the right opportunity, and the pressing of the shutter of the camera at that moment.

She planned everything only for a picture of her falling to the ground in a panic to be taken.

The corridor was not carpeted, so the woman fell straight to the ground.

Aveline could clearly hear the muffled sound of her hitting the ground from such a distance. It must be very painful.

With tears in her eyes, the woman looked at Alexander with an expression of extreme grievance, "Alexander..."

It was obvious that she just called his name, but her expression and tone were full of accusations.

Any other man would have been extremely distressed.

Not to mention feeling distressed, Alexander looked at her as if he was looking at some monster; his brows were furrowed, and his whole person exuded an unpleasant aura.

"Alexander, don't you remember me? I'm Carol. I seem to have hit my knee. Can you help me?"

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Alexander answered quickly, "Men and women cannot be in close contact."

Carol's eyes widened even more as if she thought she heard wrongly.

What age was that? Were there still people who believed that men and women were not meant to be in close contact?

"But we played together when we were young. During the past years of our separation, I have been thinking about you. I." Carol still wanted to say something else.

Alexander seemed to have seen something, his eyes changed from dissatisfaction to gentleness, and the aura coming from his body also became warm without the tension it was exuding just now.

Carol thought he was smiling at her, and her heart boomed with excitement; she

knew that no m a n could refuse her.

Alexander raised his legs and

walked towards her. Carol had already adjusted her expression. Carol stretched out her hand,

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waiting for the man to pull her

and for her to throw herself into his arms.

With her expression and emotions well prepared, Alexander passed by her without glancing at her and even accelerated his strides, sweeping past her like the wind with no intention of stopping.

With such a long distance, it only took Alexander a few seconds to reach Aveline, "Aveline."

Carol's face was full of disbelief, and he actually regarded her as a nobody.

She wanted to see what woman was capable of making her lose face.

The woman's hand stretched out in front of her.