Chapter 32
Chapter 32
Why did it turn out like this?
She really wants to go back to two years ago, to that carefree time.
“I’m here, I’m here,” he responded tirelessly to her.
Aveline knew that his tenderness at this moment was just a fleeting moment. She shouldn’t have any close contact with him anymore, but she couldn’t help but want to hold onto that tiny bit of warmth.
Alexander, it would be so good if you were still you.
Alexander woke up just before dawn and felt an extra person in his embrace before even opening his
eyes.
Thinking about the pile of empty wine bottles he drank last night, he had a good tolerance for alcohol, and combined with his self–control, he would never have a blackout from drinking.
His head was pounding, and he couldn’t remember what happened last night no matter how hard he tried. He felt uneasy and even dared not open his eyes to face it.
It wasn’t until he mentally prepared himself that he opened his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Aveline in his embrace.
But the next second, he realized their current situation and immediately wanted to push the woman’s body away forcefully.
Just as he was about to pull his arm away, his gaze suddenly fell on Aveline’s face, and his movement
stopped.
How long has it been since he quietly looked at her like this? Thinking back to their recent encounters, when were they not tense?
Without the enhancement of makeup, her snow–white complexion was hard to hide.
Although she was already fair before, isn’t this too excessive? It could even be described as pale as paper.
Aveline was sleeping on his arm with her body curled up like a little shrimp, but she didn’t cling to him
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like before. Instead, she curled up into a ball.
A self–mocking smile appeared on Alexander’s lips, indicating that she no longer believed in him.
At the thought of this, an unnamed anger surged in his heart, and Alexander forcefully withdrew his arm.
Aveline quickly opened her eyes. When she just opened her eyes, her gaze was confused, like a little cat, looking at the world in a daze.
Innocent and beautiful.
It wasn’t until her gaze focused on Alexander’s handsome face that her expression suddenly changed,
and the first thing she blurted out was, “You were drunk and insisted on clinging to me.”
The beautiful scene of the two embracing in sleep suddenly disappeared.
Alexander’s face darkened, and his voice was still hoarse from just waking up. “I know, if I were even
slightly sober, I wouldn’t have hugged you.”
To cover up the awkwardness, Alexander took the clothes and went into the bathroom first, while Aveline quickly tidied up the scattered hair on the bed after he closed the door.
Alexander unbuttoned his shirt with anger, thinking about what a big deal this was. Clearly, they were
still husband and wife, so why did he have to explain anything when hugging her?
Thinking it over, he also felt that he didn’t handle it well just now. When he was about to throw the shirt into the dirty laundry basket, his thumb touched a black hair.
If it were just one hair, he wouldn’t have paid much attention to it, but there were scattered black hairs all over his arm. He roughly counted them, and there were about twenty–something.
When Aveline still had long hair, she used to complain about excessive hair loss. She tried various shampoos, but none of them seemed to work. She even joked that she might become bald one day.
At that time, mischievous as she was, she jumped on his back and teased, “Honey, if I become bald, why don’t you become a monk?”
Alexander’s eyes flickered, was her hair loss really that severe?
Thinking of her pale face and her tearful explanation not long ago, “I didn’t lie to you, I was just sick…”
Alexander abruptly opened the door and walked towards the side of the bed.
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