Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica I Choose The Arranged Marriage novel Chapter 504

Chapter 504.

So Owen is a mercenary?

What happened to the weapons he hid on the island?

Jordan quickly broke the news of Aveline's near death. Alexander walked quickly towards Aveline and asked, "Are you injured?"

Aveline shook her head, "No, I hid after one bullet was fired. His purpose was probably to escort Layla to escape, so there was no pursuit."

"It's no longer safe here, Jordan, move Aveline quickly."

Maybe those people had buried something in the villa. Once it exploded, they wouldn't even have time to escape.

"It's been arranged, madam, let's go."

Aveline hesitated to speak, "I..."

"I know what you want to say. I will chat with you when I have time.

Aveline, I can only tell you that the origins of these people are not simple. If they are really here for you, it will be very difficult to keep you safe."

Alexander's face was serious, "But don't worry, you are still safe now.

Their current goal was to evacuate Layla. I will find another safe place for you in the next few days. Jordan, take Aveline back."

Just as Aveline was about to leave, she saw his hand hidden behind his back. Her eyes moved to the carpet, and she saw a pool of red blood.

"You're hurt."

Alexander's eyes flashed, "It's nothing serious."

Aveline pulled his hand out and saw a sharp cut mark on his palm, with large amounts of blood gushing out.

Jordan hurriedly said: "Doctor!"

"Okay, it's not a good time to stay here for a long time. You should leave now." Alexander urged.

Aveline glanced at the wound on his palm, thinking of the day she bled; she numbly replied: "Okay."

What does his injury have to do with her? He is no longer her own person.

These days, Aveline and Anthony were hidden well enough by him, and those people couldn't find them.

Now it seems that he has to find a safe hiding place for them as soon as possible without putting them and his children in any danger.

Alexander casually wrapped his palms with gauze, "Let's go in and take a look at h e r room."

He took out the bullet that had been driven into the cabinet and said, "ask someone to take this back for analysis."

"Ok, Sir."

The room still retains its appearance before Layla left. Except for the bed, everything else was arranged in an orderly manner.

Alexander sat by the bed. Over the past few days, he had tried to have a heart-to-heart talk with Layla and even took her to recall their childhood. He also said that they would visit her mother when she got better.

But no matter what he said, Layla just refused to let him in. She treated him like air and rarely spoke to him.

Alexander felt that freezing feet were not due to a day's cold. Under the premise that Layla had suffered great physical and mental harm, he wanted to take his time. Hoping one day, he would impress Layla and let her open her heart completely.

Thinking of her stubborn back before her parting, and Layla's cold and hoarse voice: "Brother, I can't go back, you go, I don't want to hurt you, just pretend that you never had a sister like me."