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Zack Wallace really didnât understand why Alexander Summers had to keep hiding the truth from Purple Summers.
It would clearly be a win-win situation if he just told her, yet he hid it tightly, and without giving any reason, forced Purple to accept him. What girl could endure being treated like this?
âIf Miss Purple Summers knew your deep love for her, she would definitely be movedâ¦â
Before he could finish speaking, Zack was fiercely stared at by Alexander and immediately fell silent.
Alexanderâs gaze was gloomy, and his voice was as low as it could be: âIf anyone dares to say one more wordâ¦â
Zackâs back went cold, and he promptly lowered his head in assurance: âSir, rest assured, I will absolutely not leak it out!â
Alexander took out a cigarette, lit one, and spoke in a deep voice, âYou donât need to worry, I have everything under control. Sheâs just being stubborn right now. As time passes and we get married and have children, she will eventually stop thinking about it, and her heart will settle.â
Zack hesitated, wanting to say something but fearing to anger him and only causing displeasure.
Alexander glanced at him lightly, seemingly understanding his thoughts, âIâm hiding the truth from her for her own good. The turmoil sheâs causing now is only temporary, and there will eventually come a day when it all subsides. But some things, if she found out, would leave a thorn in her heart that canât be mended no matter how I made up for it or how much time passes.â
Being completely honest was essential, but for some truths, the damage left behind would be permanent, and it couldnât be smoothed over by time alone.
Alexander didnât want to take that risk.
He leaned against the door, smoking one cigarette after another, and filled with melancholic thoughts.
After finishing the last cigarette, Alexander took a long breath and stood outside the room for a while longer, waiting for the scent of smoke to dissipate from his clothes before going back inside.
Purple was still sleeping, her eyebrows furrowed and her face marked by dried tear stains, looking pitiful.
Alexander sat down gently beside her, silently watching her.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
She was right there in front of him, yet his heart felt empty and cold.
Despite his cold and ruthless nature, Alexanderâs heart was still made of flesh, and he too could feel pain.
Purple said she didnât care and hoped heâd disappear.
He could act indifferent on the surface, or even assume that she was just a girl who didnât mean what she said, but deep down, it hurt⦠Each word she spoke was like a needle piercing his heart, leaving no trace of blood or flesh, yet reaching deep within, hurting his soul.
Purple did not love him.
This was an indisputable fact.
Alexander had always known that, because a long time ago, she didnât love him either. So there was no reason for her to love him now.
She was very guarded, not showing love to anyone.
Alexander told himself over and over: My love for her is enough.
As for Purpleâs love, it was a luxury Alexander no longer expected to receive.
Alexander had a strong sense of purpose and wouldnât fret about something elusive, but in this moment, as he watched Purpleâs sleeping face, he felt a sudden regret.
He gently stroked Purpleâs face and whispered sadly, âIf we could start over, maybe I could⦠keep you from hating me like thisâ¦â
Maybe he could try to be like Nathaniel Summers, patient and persistent, using sincerity to win the girlâs heart.
⦠Is it possible?
Given their social status as siblings, and her strong adherence to ethical principles, could she ever accept him?
An unsolvable puzzle.
All the misunderstandings and mistakes stemmed from one ill-fated ritualâif only the spirit of Suzanne Saunders had successfully entered May Francisâs body, there wouldnât be the troubles of today.
Unfortunately, there are no what-ifs in this world.
The room was quiet and lonely, with Alexander Summers sitting despondently on the sofa, like a solitary and gloomy beast.