Purple Summers had just gotten home when Alexander Summers followed right through the door.
As soon as Purple saw him, she remembered how foolishly she had taken care of him these past days, and she could hardly suppress her anger!
He was injured because of another woman, and there she was feeding him and washing him, even rushing to feel sympathy for himâshe couldnât be this cheap!
âYou are nothing but a big liar! A complete and utter jerk!â
Purple pointed at him and cursed, then seeing the scar on his face, which seemed flawlessly concealed by some high-end makeup, felt even more upset, finding Alexander to be fake from head to toe!
âWhat did I lie to you about?â Alexander asked her with a smile, âLied with my body or my heart? I lay there letting you touch me all over, taking full advantage of the situation. So how come Iâm the liar now?â
Purple was instantly furious to death.
Alexander had a special talent for making Purple, who would normally be wallowing in sorrow and love, explode with a thunderous rage!
What love, love, and affection? Right now, all she wanted was to tear Alexanderâs mouth apart!
She turned around to enter her room and was about to close the door when Alexander blocked it with his hand and squeezed himself in.
âI need to review, get out!â Purple said righteously, âSchool is starting soon!â
Alexander coaxed her, âDonât be angry, I just wanted to spend more time with you. Besides, I really did get hurt, and everything is inconvenient. With you by my side, I recovered quickly. Purple, think about it, when have I ever lied to you?â
Upon hearing this, Purple felt her anger slightly subside, thinking that Alexander finally said something sensible.
Thinking about it carefully, he had always been extremely attentive to her in every way. Even with the fiancée issue, he had laid it all out clearly, never hiding anything.
âHave you really never lied to me?â Purple pursed her lips, looking askance at him, âIs there anything⦠anything youâre keeping from me?â
Alexanderâs breath hitched.
He was silent for a moment, the corner of his lips curling into a vague smile, âOf course not.â
However, Purple huffed, âLying again, arenât you? There obviously is!â
Alexanderâs expression stiffened for a momentâ¦
His hands involuntarily clenched tight, veins slightly bulging, nerves taut.
Suspecting that Purple knew something, he scrutinized her only to spot a faint flicker of amusement in the depths of her eyes.
Alexanderâs body relaxed immediately.
Regaining his composure, he couldnât help but find his brief moment of panic amusing. How long had it been since heâd forgotten what fear felt like? Only she could scare him.
âWhat secrets!â He embraced her tightly, âI havenât hidden anything from you! Even if there were, it would be because I love you!â
âKeep it down!â Purple was terrified, her hand covering Alexanderâs mouth.
Had this man gone mad? Atra Blanc was right in the house, and here he was, loudly declaring love, as if seeking a thrill!
Alexander indeed sought a thrill, and he kissed her in response.
Purple, scared out of her wits, struggled to sit up, âYou scoundrel!⦠The door, the door!â
Alexander got up to lock the door and then pressed Purple onto the bed, kissing her enough before reluctantly letting go.
âNo matter what happens, you donât need to worry. Just remember one thing,â Alexander said, his hands gripping her shoulders tightly, his tone unusually serious, âand that is, I love you, Purple.â
Purpleâs face flushed crimson, her frequent confessions turning her as red as a cooked shrimp, âCan you please stop saying thatâ¦â
She was embarrassingly awkward!
âGet out, get out,â Purple pushed him towards the door with blushing cheeks, âAll day long you just play the rogue, disrupting my studies!â
Alexander could tell she was not really angry, and he felt relieved.
âI wonât bother you, Iâll just lie here for a while, okay? Purple, my wound still hurts.â
Shamelessly, he ended up sleeping on Purpleâs bed.