Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica I Choose The Arranged Marriage

Chapter 493.

Seeing Aveline's thoughtful look, Anthony realized that his story had gone far.

"Look at me, I originally wanted to talk about you and Alexander, but why did I mention me? Aveline, don't worry, Alexander is a good man and won't mess around outside. Before you got married, I hired someone to do a lot of investigation. He has always done a good job in the relationship between men and women."

Aveline didn't want to say a word about Alexander.

"Dad, how much do you know about Delilah?"

Anthony originally didn't want to talk about the topic anymore, but when he saw that Aveline seemed to care, he said a few more words:

"At first, she was a smart and sensible child in my heart, but then I realized what I meant to her when I saw what she did. Knowing her was just the tip of the iceberg. What's wrong, do you know her?"

Aveline came back to her senses and said, "It's nothing, I'm just suddenly interested in my father's feelings."noveldrama

Anthony smiled softly, "Everything is over. Dad has nothing else to think about now. He just wants to see your happy face every day."

It seemed that Anthony thought Delilah's death was an accident and had no idea about the various things that later caused Alexander to vent his anger on the Blackwood family because of her, so Aveline didn't mention it.

"Dad, I understand. Don't worry about Alexander and I. I will take care of it. Just like you said, how can a couple not quarrel? Besides, we didn't quarrel either. It was just because of the nature of his work we get together less and stay apart more, it doesn't matter, so don't worry about us, I just don't like to smile because I feel uncomfortable now because of the pregnancy."

"Okay, then I'll feel at ease. I'll go get you dessert."

Seeing Anthony's face glowing red and visibly happy, Aveline felt even heavier.

She could hide those things for a while, but not forever.

What if Anthony knew the truth?

Seeing him slowly getting up to get the dessert, Aveline hurriedly got up and caught up with him, "Dad, I'll go by myself. You sit down and have a good rest. Although your legs and feet are much better than before, you still can't rush it. Don't think about anything. Recuperate here and everything will be fine."

"Okay, I'm just waiting to be a Grandpa. Aveline, do you know how long I've been waiting for this day? The babies my little Aveline will give birth to will definitely be very cute. I don't know if they will be more like you or Alexander."

Anthony's eyes were full of tenderness, and he looked forward to the birth of the babies, "Girl, it was your father's fault last time. You had a big belly and worked too hard in the hospital, so you didn't have a living baby. You must take good care of your babies this time, you know?"

Aveline opened her mouth but still didn't explain anything, "Dad, don't worry, even

if it means risking my life, I wil let the babies be born safely."

From that day on, Anthony no longer struggled, and his whole heart was focused on Aveline's inco ming babies.

He had the tools prepared and took out some precious wood to carve essentials for the babies.

From teething sticks to small airplanes and small dolls to rocking horses, Anthony is very busy.

"Dad, take a rest, don't be too tired, I am still in the early stage."

"My hands and feet are not quick now, and my movements are slow. I can only do a little more. This is what I want to do when I become a Grandpa. Children grow very fast after they are born. Al small clothes and toys must be prepared. By the way, and a crib."

Anthony said with joy, "Don't worry about it. Dad is bored every day anyway, so he might as well do some handicrafts to pass the time."

Aveline touched her still-flat belly. Time indeed passed quickly. Was she to start preparing?

The nursery she decorated for her child flashed through her mind.

Every piece of clothing and toys in it was prepared by her own hands.

As happy as she was preparing, she didn't know she would experience the pain of losing her child.

Even an ordinary rattle could be used to sting her, and she would feel the pain.