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When Purple Summers is angry and stomping her feet, Alexander Summers finds her especially lively and extremely cute. He likes to tease her, thinking itâs a romantic thing to do.
But if Purple Summers is angry and hurt, Alexander Summers canât bear it.
He kissed and touched her, taking advantage of her before finally letting her go and sitting back down on the couch.
âIâll take you out to play later,â Alexander Summers said amiably, as if rewarding a pet.
Purple Summers didnât want to talk to him and sat up silently, tightening her bathrobe. She felt a lot of her heavy pain lifted after being messed with by Alexander.
Was it because of Alexanderâs explanation? Or was it because she felt that pain was useless?
Purple Summers thought her reaction was wrong.
She sat on the couch, feeling powerless despite wanting to hate Alexander, her expression showing confusion.
She suddenly despised herself.
âDo you really not have any other women?â Purple Summers asked.
Alexander Summersâ deep eyes slightly flickered, answering, âOnly you.â
Purple slowly exhaledâ¦
Not sharing a man with other women eased her guilt and humiliation significantly.
âYouâve never accepted me because youâre worried about this?â Alexanderâs thin lips curved slightly, looking a bit happy.
But Purple shook her head gently, âThatâs just my bottom line. Interfering in other peopleâs feelings and stealing their partners would make me feel cheap and despicable. Alexander, I am your sister. We can never be together.â
Alexander Summers didnât care, âAs long as we leave the Summers Family, I can give you a new identity at any time.â
Leaving the Summers Family?
Noâ¦she wouldnât leave the Summers Family. She hadnât figured out the truth, punished the murderer, or finished anything she had set out to do.
Purple Summersâ unfocused eyes fell on the exquisite patterns of the marble tiles, and after a long silence, she replied softly, âI wonât leave.â
Alexander Summers knew she needed time and leaned down to kiss her lips, âWhether you leave or not, youâre mine.â
Purple Summers lowered her eyes and didnât say anything.
In the afternoon, Alexander took her horse riding. The estate covered over 150 acres, with its own horse racing track and numerous famous horses.
Purple Summers was actually looking forward to it, always wanting to try the feeling of galloping on a horse, but thinking of Alexanderâs wicked character, she didnât want to go and lowered her head, saying, âNever mind, I donât have clothes to wear.â
Her clothes were damaged from Alexanderâs earlier antics, either missing buttons or torn in places.
However, Alexanderâs resourcefulness quickly brought her a set of new clothes.
Not only that, but even her bag and textbooks were sent over, clearly intending to not let her leave today.
Outside the horse track, there were two neatly planted rows of tall and straight gingko trees. Their crowns shone with golden splendor under the bright autumn sun, and the ground was covered in a thick layer of golden leaves. The air was fragrant with the scent of grass and filled with sunlightâs warmth.
Alexander led Purple Summers into the racecourse, whistled, and soon a black horse galloped towards them.
The horse was strong and tall, its entire body a shiny black, except for its four white hooves. It looked spirited and extremely beautiful.
âThis horseâs name is Snow Treader,â Alexander told her.
Purple Summers thought: The name suits it well.
Alexander mounted the horse, his posture elegant. As he rode, he looked like a king descending to earth, exuding a natural air of regality and extraordinary handsomeness.
Watching him, Purple Summersâ eyes were filled with admiration, and she was quite moved.
Of course, she wasnât moved by Alexander, but rather, she felt that sitting up there must feel great and exhilarating.
At this moment, an attendant brought her steed for riding.
When Purple Summers saw it, she was dumbfounded.
It was actually a small pony!