Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica I Choose The Arranged Marriage novel Chapter 590

Chapter 590.

Aveline woke up to the dazzling sunlight early in the morning.

She slowly opened her eyes, like a child, with clean and clear eyes.

First, she was confused for a moment, her big eyes flickering, looking very cute.

"Did you sleep well?"

Aveline looked at the face of the man next to her with a faint smile, and a sentence floated in his mind, "The men in the world are almost alike, and a perfect gentleman is unparalleled in the world."

Even though this sentence was almost overused in novels, she still felt that Alexander could take the description.

Seen from such a close distance, it was simply a beauty attack. There was no flaw in his facial features from any angle.

When not smiling, he is as cold as ice, but when he smiles, his whole personality becomes moist.

Aveline opened her mouth and said, "Not bad."

In the past, it was difficult for her to fall asleep because of all kinds of things. She had insomnia eight out of ten days, and she would keep dreaming even when she fell asleep.

I had a good night's sleep last night.

"That's good. Good morning, wife."

He tilted his head and tapped the water between her eyebrows, then lifted off the quilt and got up to wash up.

Aveline touched her forehead stupidly. It was just a light touch, but her heart almost jumped out of her chest.

The lethality of handsome men is indeed great.

Soon a thought flashed through her mind, don't be stupid, you don't know what kind of black heart is hidden under his handsome appearance, his smile is just to confuse you.

Alexander had washed up and came out and saw Aveline sitting staring blankly with a slumped face, not knowing what she was thinking.

With both of his hands on the mattress, the fresh fragrance of fresh washing hit her nose.

"What are you thinking about? Huh?"

Obviously, he didn't change his voice deliberately, but his voice was so magnetic.

That word "Huh" was like feathers fidgeting in her heart.

"Nothing, nothing, I'm going to wash up too."

"I'll do it."

A gentle voice said, and Aveline hurriedly said: "No, no need."

The man's movements were not as gentle as his voice. He pressed forward and Aveline subconsciously supported herself with her hands on the wardrobe.

"Don't move. I'll get the hair out for you. It might hurt a little."

The distance between the two was very close, and his breath fanned her ears when he spoke.

"Well, hurry up then." She urged uneasily.

From time to time, his fingers would come into contact with her skin, passing quickly, as if he was teasing her.

The cloakroom was not as spacious as the outside. The hot radiator made her blush faster.

"All done."

She was relieved to hear this and quickly breathed a sigh of relief to m o v e a w a y.

But the man grabbed her waist and said quietly, "Aveline.."