The quiet night, only the occasional sound of the wind outside the window.
Purple Summers took a bath, came out of the bathroom, drying her hair while thinking about the case at Peachwater Village.
She walked with her head down, and as soon as she entered the door, she saw Alexander Summers lying on the bed, browsing her phone.
Purple Summers:
There was a surge of anger in her heart.
Even though it had happened many times, she couldnât get used to Alexanderâs habit of going through her things.
It was her phone, containing her information, her photos, her notes â all her things! Even if there were no secrets, she didnât want them to be casually browsed through.
â¦Being angry wouldnât help since she couldnât get it back anyway.
Purple Summers sat on the chair with a sullen face, not saying anything as she dried her hair.
Alexander was browsing her photo album, which contained pictures taken in Peachwater Village over the past two days. Purple Summers didnât have the habit of taking selfies; most of the pictures were scenery, along with a few group photos of Jane McCain and Zara Jameson.
âLooks like you had a great time.â Alexander said, with a hint of amusement and longing in his eyes.
He felt a bit regretful now for not taking more photos when he took Purple Summers to Northshore City to play in the snow.
There were quite a few photos of the villa on the mountain, but fake ones were fake after all; fake photos couldnât evoke memories.
Purple Summers finished drying her hair and sat aimlessly on the chair. She wanted to go to bed but was wary of Alexander.
âHow much longer are you going to look? I want to sleep.â Purple Summers urged him to leave.
Alexander gestured her to come over, âCome here.â
Purple Summers didnât go over and didnât look at him, ââ¦You go back to your room.â
Seeing that she wouldnât budge, Alexander got up, pulled Purple Summers over, and pinned her down.
Purple Summers found herself forced to lie under him, and instinctively wanted to scream, but Alexander stuffed his finger into her mouth!
âYou want to scream again?â Alexander hooked the corner of his mouth, laughing wickedly, âIf you dare scream, believe it or not, Iâll strip off your clothes right now!â
âPah!â Purple Summers choked with anger, spat out his fingers, and glared at him angrily, âApart from coercing me and threatening me, what else can you do?â
Alexander shrugged indifferently, âIf I donât threaten you, would you come over?â n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âNo!â shouted Purple Summers, âYouâre up to no good, and of course, I wonât come over! Iâm not stupid!â
Alexander kissed her lips, laughing, âYou still say youâre not stupid. I love you and care for you, so how can that be no good? Silly girl.â
With Alexander holding her down and no escape, Purple Summers stretched out her hands to pinch his face, fiercely saying, âAlexander Summers, your face is the thickest in the worldâ¦â
Alexander laughed, his laughter full of wicked charm.
He kissed Purple Summersâ cheek, picked her up, held her in his arms, and said, âI want to show you something.â
Purple Summers ignored him.
Alexander then picked up his phone, found some photos, and showed them to Purple Summers, âIâve already selected an island for the New Year celebration. Thereâs a signal tower and a wind turbine. Apart from the need for regular freshwater deliveries, basic life isnât a problem. Take a look at these and tell me if we need anything else done. Iâll have everything shipped to the island before the New Year.â
Despite her annoyance with his constant coercion, Purple Summers was curious about the upcoming island life. She couldnât help but look at the photos one by one. The islandâs lush tropical rainforests, winding white beaches, and beautiful azure sea and sky looked as if they had been photoshopped.
âItâs so beautifulâ¦â She said.
The photos seemed to have been taken from an aerial view by a helicopter. One of them showed the house they would be staying in, with a pointy roof and snow-white walls. The building complex sat on a flat green area, like a few large mushrooms leaning against one another.
âThereâs even a swing.â Purple Summers noted involuntarily.
She liked the swings outside the house, which would probably not be used much or be of any practical use. However, she felt inexplicably happy and a little playful whenever there was a swing â perhaps it was a psychological thing.
âDo you like it?â Alexander lightly bit her earlobe, âI like it too. I want you here in the future!â