Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica I Choose The Arranged Marriage novel Chapter 585

Chapter 585.

Alexander walked out of the door quickly and deliberately lowered his voice: "Hello."

"Mr. Sterling, is your wife awake? How is she doing?" Ryan asked.

Aveline had been asleep for three days since she was injected with the drug that day. She should have woken up today.

Alexander briefly described Aveline's condition, and Ryan breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's good, I'm still afraid..."

Ryan has been feeling a little nervous for the past few days, thinking about the time Aveline had a high fever a year ago, and her white blood cells and red blood cells were extremely low.

Generally, such a low level is most likely due to chemotherapy, but Aveline's physical examination report later said nothing was wrong, so Ryan didn't say anything more.

This drug is very special. In addition to pregnant women, the elderly, and children with low immunity, there are also cancer patients who shouldn't use it.

From time to time, Ryan would think of Aveline's face as pale as paper a year ago.

"What are you afraid of?"

"I just feel that she has been in poor health, and I'm afraid that she will reject the effects of the medicine. I hope she's fine."

After thinking for a while, Ryan added: "During this period, you should carefully observe her condition and contact me as soon as possible if anything goes wrong."

"Alright."

Aveline did not miss the name of the caller, Ryan.

It was clearly a man's name, so why did he avoid answering the phone in her presence?

Aveline learned from Auntie Helen's narration that she and Alexander were in love with each other and were a match made in heaven.

When her eyes fell on the bouquet of delicate pink roses on the table, a picture flashed before her eyes. The woman sighed heavily at the withered flower branches.

She accidentally picked up the rose, and the pain in her fingertips brought Aveline back to reality.

She looked down at the blood flowing from her fingertips, feeling a little unreal.

"Madam, why did you act on impulse? It's all my fault for not shaving off the thorns. I'll get you a band-aid."

A figure moved toward her faster. Alexander took Aveline's hand, put her injured fingertip in his mouth to suck out the blood, spit it into the trash can, and put a cute band-aid on her.

"Be careful in the future." Alexander warned in a low voice.

Aveline was stunned, nodded, and looked up into his affectionate pupils.