Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica I Choose The Arranged Marriage

Chapter 506.

Nora did not sleep. She was not excited but angry.

Not long ago, her people discovered that Alexander's car went to a villa, which was not owned by the Sterling family. There were many bodyguards outside. It was conceivable that the person living there was Aveline.

On the eve of the wedding, he actually went to his ex-wife's house.

That was unbearable!

Dear Aveline, if you are unfeeling, don't blame me for being unjust.

Some people were happy and some were sad that night. Alexander did not leave. Even though Aveline didn't want to se him, he insisted on sitting at her bedside all night.

The moonlight shone all over his body, and with the light, Aveline saw his bandaged hands, but she didn't say a word.

In the end, Aveline couldn't resist her sleepiness and fell asleep.

Alexander undressed and lay down next to her, recalling everything that happened with Aveline in the past. He didn't know where he started to go wrong, so that the two of them were in the same bed.

Even though the relationship between the two was now on thin ice, Alexander is still reluctant to break the connection as thin as spider web.

It was almost dawn after a short sleep. Alexander looked at Aveline in her sleep, tenderly kissed her between the eyebrows and then left.

The sun rose in the east, and a new day began. Aveline was bathed in the gentle sunshine and gradually woke up from the fatigue of the night.

The arrival of one person broke the tranquility of the courtyard.

"You're looking in the wrong place. There's no one named Aveline Blackwood here." the security guard's serious voice sounded.

Alexander had specifically ordered that no outsiders were allowed to come in. Although the people in front of them were dressed like good people, they couldn't afford it if something happened to Aveline.

The man in a suit had a modest smile on his face: "I am a friend of Miss

Blackwood, and I came here specially to give her an invitation."

"As for being friends or not, that is not my business. I just told you we don't have anyone with the surname Blackwood here."

"I know Miss Blackwood is here. Today is my young lady's big day. If Miss

Blackwood, an old friend, is not there, my young lady will be very upset. You

should be more accommodating but at least let me meet Miss Blackwood to see if she is willing to go."

"If you don't get out, I will kick you out."

Before the security guard finished speaking, Anthony, who was taking care of the flowers and plants, came out and said, "Who is your lady?

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The visitor did not recognize Anthony. Seeing the turn of events, he quickly took out the invitation in his hand, "This is the invitation

specially prepared by my ladné

for

Miss Blackwood. I hope she can come to today's wedding."

Anthony reached out and took it. It was just an invitation, and it should not pose

any danger to Aveline.

"Okay, hurry up and leave, I will hand it over for you."

"Thank you."

Anthony received the invitation and was about to finish pruning the remaining flower branches. After pruning for a while, he thought about the invitation. Aveline should be up at that point.

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He washed his hands and looked at the gilded wedding invitation, thinking that getting married was a happy event, and Aveline would be happy about it.

He didn't know which of Aveline's friends was getting married. With some curiosity, Anthony opened the wedding invitation. The names that caught his eye suddenly dilated his pupils.

Groom: Alexander.

Bride: Nora.

The milk cup in Anthony's hand fell to the ground, and his expression changed drastically.

There was a vibration in his brain, and it became blank.

How could it be Alexander? There must be a mistake.

Alexander is Aveline's husband. They both have two babies coming to the world soon. How could he get married to someone else?

Anthony's hands were trembling, and the blood all over his body rushed to his forehead.

Maybe it was a prank. Aveline was pregnant and couldn't bear the stimulation.

Anthony wrote down the hotel address, quickly tore up the wedding invitation, and threw it into the trash can.

"Mr. Blackwood, what are you doing here?" Roselyn's voice sounded from behind.