Chapter 181
“A dest?” Aveline Wucked at him, her expression filled with confusion.
She didnt know what she could possibly offer in a deal now, considering she had nothing left.
The small and cramped space, paired with the stagnant air, made her feel suffocated, much like a fish struggling to breathe out of water. Heat Bank op along her back, causing sweat to form.
The man slightly bent forward, and a drop of water slid from the end of his hair strands onto her face, bringing a brief moment of coolness.
Alexander’s demeanor was serious as he made a proposition, “Stay by my side, and all disputes between me and the Blackwood family will be resolved.”
Aveline repeatedly mulled over the words “stay by my side.” Her clear eyes clashed with his deep, dark pupils as she calmly asked, “In what capacity should I stay?”
Alexander paused before responding, “I can give you anything except the title of Mrs. Sterling.”
With each word measured and deliberate, Aveline challenged, “So, you want me to be your
mistress?”
Her choice of words visibly displeased Alexander. He rubbed his forehead, attempting to explain, “It’s the same as before. The only difference is the lack of title.”
“Before…” She chuckled lightly, knowing full well that she should show vulnerability and pretend to be obedient in order to make it easier for her to negotiate terms. However, the offer Alexander proposed frustrated her so much that it gave her a headache.
Like a giant balloon inflated to its limits, she felt like she was about to burst at any moment.
Aveline, propping herself up against the wardrobe, accidentally touched something inside. With a smile, she leaned closer to him and teased, “Can you really give me anything?”
It had been a long time since Alexander had seen her face light up with a bright smile. In that moment, he realized that he wanted to see her happy far more than he harbored any resentment
towards her.
As if bewitched by her charm, Alexander nodded solemnly and asked, “Yes. What do you want?”
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Chapter 181
Aveline moved closer and closer to him. Her lips hovered near his ear as she whispered, “I want…”
Imagining her kissing his Adam’s apple, Alexander swallowed hard.
Suddenly, Aveline grabbed the tie box she had found in the wardrobe and, with all her might,
smashed it on Alexander’s head.
“I wish you were dead, so why don’t you just die and show me, huh? You jerk, I’m really curious how your 37–degree Celsius mouth can utter such cold words? Are you out of your mind, asking me to be
your mistress after we got divorced? You really are like a toad lusting after swan meat. You’re so ugly, but you still dare to play tricks.”
Alexander, struck squarely by the object, didn’t realize what had hit him at first. He winced in pain, his brow furrowing, as Aveline grabbed his collar and continued, “If you loved me, why would you still look for Nora? Now, you’re planning to get engaged to her, yet you’re still pestering me. Instead of claiming that you don’t want to let me go, you might as well say that you think having an affair is exciting, don’t you think?”
Alexander wasn’t angry that she had hit him, but what she said next crossed his boundaries.
“Aveline, shut up.”
“Shut up my foot! Alexander, you’ve destroyed my family, caused the Blackwood family to go
bankrupt, and made my dad sleep forever! Where do you get the guts to spout such nonsense? I
swear I’ll beat you senseless today!”
Alexander was furious and roughly pulled Aveline out of the wardrobe with one hand. She took the opportunity to kick and punch at him.
“You want me to be your mistress? You think too highly of yourself. You must be reincarnated from
a sugarcane. I’ve never seen a scummier guy in my life. Even if every man in the world dropped
dead, do I have to be with you?”
Aveline seethed, her face flushed with anger as she hurled curses, “Instead of being a mistress, I’d
rather be your mother. I would stuff you back into the amniotic fluid when I give birth to you.”
Alexander was also scolded by her words. His face turned crimson and his eyes swirled with furious
intensity in response to her words. Raising his hand, he seemed poised to strike.
Fueled by anger, Aveline stood her ground, a picture of defiance, “Go ahead, hit me! You’d better just
kill me!”
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