Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica I Choose The Arranged Marriage novel Chapter 470

Chapter 470.

Aveline was used to Alexander's indifference. She thought the most terrifying thing was Alexander's previous meanness.

But at this moment, she realized that the direct attacks were not as scary as the Alexander with a smile on his face and affection in his eyes.

And she was just guessing and didn't dare to really expose the fact that she was pregnant.

"Alexander, I will never love you, never."

Alexander didn't care, "Aveline, the future is still very long."

Aveline did not argue with him. She curled up obediently and did not dare to anger Alexander too much.

To be honest with the psycho, either she is tired of living, or she thinks Alexander is tired of living.

Al she can do now is wait for Anthony to recover, wait for the child in her belly to grow up and give birth smoothly, and try to live longer.

Before that, she couldn't create any extraneous problems.

Seeing that Aveline had closed her eyes, Alexander gently tucked her into bed. He leaned over and placed a kiss on her forehead.

"Aveline, don't try to leave me, that is a stupid idea, you know?"

It was obviously the weather in June, but she felt cold all over and didn't dare to move.

Alexander was either crazy or semi-crazy.

The next morning, she woke up listening to the chirping of birds in the mountains.

Subconsciously looking to the side, she found that Alexander and Jamie had disappeared.

She washed briefly in the tent and then opened the tent curtain.

The refreshing morning breeze in the mountains can drive away all the unhappiness in one's heart. Aveline took a greedy inhale.

The depression in her heart seemed to have disappeared.

Not far away, Lucas somehow got into trouble with a squirrel. Lucas put his hands on his hips and said angrily, "Little bastard, if you have the ability to climb the tree, you have the ability to come down!"

There were two squirrels on the tree, one big and one small. The big one smashed a small pine cone that had not yet grown up on Lucas's head.

He kicked a small stone with his toes, lost his balance, and fell down hard.

"Let me clean the dust."

Aveline was so worried that she quickened her pace and ran towards Jamie. Jamie got up and ran a few steps to pick up the wreath like a normal person, with an innocent smile on his face.

"Mom, gorgeous flower..."

Aveline took a closer look and saw that it was clearly a beautiful wreath. The flowers had just been picked and were so beautiful.

Jamie anxiously raised the wreath and gestured with dancing gestures:

"Dad, pick it."

Seeing that Aveline was indifferent, he reached out and tugged on her skirt, "Mom, wear it."

Aveline hurriedly squatted down, patting his little head with his little hands to signal. The little guy happily put the wreath on Aveline's head.

The scene was exactly the same as in her dream.