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In Alexanderâs love, there was always a touch of spine-chilling.
Purple Summers never understood why Alexander loved her. This thought spun around in her mind, and she couldnât help but ask herself, is this love?
What is love?
Purple Summers had never loved anyone before.
She used to think that love was like what happened between Nathaniel and Jade Carlson, but she saw with her own eyes how ambiguous their relationship was⦠Purple Summersâ understanding of love became blurred as a result.
Alexander took her to the school gate.
When Purple Summers was about to get out of the car, Alexander grabbed her, took out a gun he carried with him, and stuffed it into her bag.
âNext time someone climbs through the window, use this.â For once, he put away his arrogant and unrestrained attitude, looking serious and earnestly advising her. âIâll leave Zack Wallace with you, find him if you need anything.â
The black, heavy handgun was both delicate and fierce.
Purple Summersâ scalp tingled, and she refused, âI donât need this! Take it back.â
She was a law-abiding citizen; was she really expected to shoot anyone casually like him?
Even if she were unlucky enough to have someone break in through the window again, she could still shout for help or call the police â how could she possibly shoot someone?
âListen, put it away.â Alexanderâs brows furrowed slightly, a warning glint in his dark eyes. âWhen I come back, if I find out that youâve even lost a single hair, do you believe Iâll deal with you?â
Such verbal threats⦠Purple Summers was becoming immune to them.
ââ¦I understand, brother.â Purple Summers sighed, put on the bag, and got out of the car.
Before leaving, Alexander pinched her cheek.
She rubbed her face as she walked through the school gate, feeling like she had forgotten something.
When she sat down at her desk, she rememberedâsheâd forgotten to talk to Alexander about their relationship issue.
She blamed it on staying up too late the previous night and getting up too early that day; sheâd been so groggy that sheâd forgotten to bring up the matter.
Howeverâ¦
Even if she did want to talk about it, it seemed like there was no way to bring it up, right?
Although her original intention was to express her self-respect and self-love, and that she would never be his plaything, affair partner, sex partner, or any other role lacking respect for her dignity.
But once a girl took the initiative to bring up such a topic, it inexplicably gave a feeling of seeking a relationship confirmation.
As if she couldnât wait to become Alexanderâs official girlfriend.
How bizarre.
At lunchtime, students flocked to the cafeteria.
As usual, Purple Summers ate with Zara Jameson and Jane McCain; Ryan Wesley thoughtfully saved seats for them in advance.
While they ate, Jane shared more gossipâ
This time, it wasnât about Gavin Graves or Gerald Graves, but rather about the Howard family head, Roy Howard.
âNews of him is always available, but you never see his photos; the outside world knows very little about him. The only thing that can be confirmed is that heâs not married, has no children, and there are no women around him.â
Purple Summers couldnât help but listen carefully, wanting to know what others thought of Alexander.
Zara looked just as curious.
âDonât think that just because he has no women around him, that means heâs clean and virtuous.â Jane narrowed her eyes, looking like a gossip expert as she continued, âSuch influential figures have to be cautious of people hurting or killing them all the time, let alone choosing women. Theyâre afraid that the women they sleep with could be spies or assassins. If Roy doesnât have a woman, itâs because he wants to cherish his life!â
Ryan Wesley sneered, âYou make it sound like nobody else cherishes their life.â
Jane choked, looking displeased.
Ignoring Ryan, she continued to share her insights with her close female friends: âI think Roy must be gayâ¦â
âHey! Can you stop talking nonsense?!â Ryan Wesley slammed the table and stood up.