Purple Summers felt that Alexander Summers really had no shame.
âIsnât Zack Wallace outside?â she said irritably.
Alexander frowned upon hearing this, âYou want a man to take off my pants and wash me? No way, thatâs disgusting.â
Purple was already upset, but when she heard him say that, she couldnât help but retort sarcastically, âYou feel disgusted? The most disgusting person here is you!â
âYes, yes, Iâm the most disgusting,â Alexander pulled her back, pressing his lips against the back of her hand for a kiss, âIâm repulsive, Iâm filthy, and I just need a pure fairy to cleanse me.â
Purple was amused by him.
She immediately felt she shouldnât laugh and tried to keep a straight face, but it was too late. Alexander had already caught a glimpse of the smile that flickered across her face.
âIâll go get you some water.â She sheepishly shook off his hand and walked over to the water dispenser to get some water.
When she turned back, she found Alexander opening her chocolate.
âWhy do you always do this?!â Purple hurried over, cup in hand, agitated, âYou donât even ask before you take action! Didnât you ever consider that this might be a gift for someone else?â
Hearing this, Alexanderâs expression darkened, âOther than me, who else do you want to give chocolate to? Looking for trouble again, huh?â
âCanât I buy it for myself to eat?!â Purple was furious.
Alexanderâs thin lips lifted slightly, and he stripped off the remaining wrapper completely, stating, âThis is definitely for me.â
Purple cursed him, âShameless.â
At that moment, Alexanderâs expression paused slightly, as if confused.
ââ¦Purple, what is this?â
Looking down, Purple saw that the piece of chocolate in Alexanderâs hands, which were mashed together, was unrecognizable as the little devil it was supposed to be.
She had been holding it tightly in her hand while waiting outside, and the heat from her palm must have melted the chocolate a bitâ¦
âThis looks a bit like a toad,â Alexander remarked.
Purple deliberately belittled him, âYouâre just a toad dreaming of swan meat, daring to covet the daughter of the Howard Family. Now youâve been shot, havenât you? Almost lost your life, and the swan hasnât come to see you. You deserve it!â
âWhat swan is she.â Alexander laughed indifferently, âAt best, sheâs just a big white goose. If I really turned into a toad, Iâd only fancy Purple the swan.â
Upon hearing this, Purpleâs feelings were indescribable.
She thought: Are all men like this? Face to face, they can belittle that woman as nothing, but behind the back, they put on a righteous act to play the hero and save the beauty.
âSweet talker,â Purple muttered under her breath.
Alexander laughed softly, eating the chocolate one bite after another.
âYou just had surgery, can you eat chocolate?â Purple frowned, uncertain, âI heard that sweets can cause inflammation⦠You, you better not eat it.ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âPurpleâs intentions, whatâs a little inflammation? Even if it were poison, Iâd have to eat it,â Alexander ate voraciously without a sign of disgust, gobbling down the chocolate in a few bites.
He had only eaten a piece of chocolate, a trivial thing, but somehow, Purple felt a sting in her eyes.
She felt pathetic, so easily moved by Alexander, truly lacking in self-control.
Feeling uncomfortable, Purple looked down and handed the water cup on the table to Alexander, âEven if you had nine lives, they wouldnât last long with your luck; you get shot over one woman, and then poisoned by anotherâ¦â
After drinking the water, Alexander pulled her closer with a laugh when he heard her sour words and kissed her lips, saying, âPurple, youâre not just jealous. It lasts for quite a while, and I really like that.â