Chapter 93
Chapter 93
Alexander’s impression of her was still stuck on the image of her throwing porridge at him a few days ago.
Angry and rebellious, like an angry cat.
Unlike now, she stood on the side with her head down, feeling uneasy, and she had put away all her
sharp edges.
Under Alexander’s scrutiny, Aveline suppressed her discomfort and unease and spoke softly, “I want to
ask you for a favor.”
Alexander chuckled lightly, crossed his legs, took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, and had a
sarcastic expression on his face.
“Aveline, what act are you putting on today?”
Not far away, a rich second–generation named Jed Maze, who had some insight, noticed Alexander’s different attitude towards her and quickly stepped forward.
“Who here doesn’t want to ask Mr. Sterling for help? Miss, asking for help should be done with sincerity,
why don’t you offer Mr. Sterling a cigarette?”
Aveline was urged to go to Alexander’s side by someone, and he leaned lazily against the cushion, unable
to say anything.
Apart from the coldness and hostility in the past two years, he used to be more polite and restrained, never smoking in front of her.
Unlike now, where he had two buttons of his shirt collar undone, and the dim light above his head. enveloped his face, making him look even more profound and unruly.
Aveline held up the lighter and met Alexander’s deep eyes, as if they were saying that she was fickle.
Regardless of what Alexander thought of her, Aveline raised her leg and knelt on the sofa, leaning forward.
Just like her and Alexander’s status, she could only lower her posture.
The flame danced on Alexander’s handsome face, he lowered his brows and eyes, and there was a hint of an unknown sneer at the corner of his mouth,
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Aveline was already wearing a lot of clothes, sweating all over, her stomach was churning, and it hurt.
She covered her painful stomach and reached for the second glass.
