Chapter 497: Chapter 497: 497 Clumsy Piggy So Cute_1

Purple Summers, once she got into Zack Wallace’s car, completely relaxed her nerves and fell asleep.

She knew where Zack Wallace would take her, so she slept very peacefully.

…

Zack Wallace took her to the Howard Family’s castle villa, where Alexander Summers had been handling most of his affairs recently.

The car stopped stably at the main gate, Zack opened the door, but the person inside did not come out.

Alexander stood at the entrance for a while and became impatient. Frowning, he walked over and found that Purple was asleep inside.

“Ms. Summers has a fever,” Zack said in a low voice.

“Call the doctor,” Alexander ordered, bent down to carry Purple out, turned around, and walked into the lavish and bright hall, heading straight upstairs.

As they ascended the stairs, Purple half-opened her eyes while in Alexander’s arms and squinted at him.

Alexander looked down at her with a foul tone, “You’re even weaker than Mom. Mom’s already better, and you, on the other hand, got sick.”

Purple snorted with her nose crinkled, “You’re next; just wait, I’ll pass the virus on to you soon.”

Alexander pinched her little bottom and said, “Alright, let’s see you try that in bed later.”

“I’m sick! And you’re still bullying me, cough, cough cough…” She coughed a few times, putting on quite a show, but it was unclear whether it was real or pretend.

Alexander sighed, and still, his heart ached for her, holding her more tightly in his arms as he continued to his own bedroom.

When he placed Purple on the bed, she gently grasped Alexander’s hand.

“I want to drink ginger soup,” she said with her moist eyes pleadingly looking at Alexander, acting adorably pitiful.

“Alright, I’ll make it for you,” Alexander said as he stroked her head.

“It needs to be like last time…” Purple’s face was flushed as she spoke, “the kind with Coca-Cola in it.”

“Such affectation, are we?” Alexander chided her, “You’re really hard to serve.”

…and he turned around to make her a bowl of Coca-Cola ginger ale.

Alexander fed her spoonful by spoonful.

Purple had slept heavily in the car for a long time, and now she was somewhat revived, discussing the events of the day with him while sipping the ginger soup.

She was sure that it was Bella Foster’s doing.

“It’s really strange; she should hate me more, yet she dealt such a harsh blow to Second Young Master Graves. It’s absolutely incomprehensible,” Purple mused slowly, “I think Second Young Master Graves seemed quite traumatized, to be treated so ruthlessly by a childhood playmate.”

“Considering she dared to plan a kidnapping, there’s nothing she wouldn’t dare to do,” Alexander responded indifferently, as if none of this surprised him, “The worse off Second Young Master Graves is, the deeper the Graves Family’s gratitude to Bella Foster will be when she finds him.”

“Still, there was no need to blind the second young master and break his legs…” Purple let out a soft sigh, “Her heart is too cruel; the second young master has always been kind to her.”

Alexander laughed airily, “Doesn’t she like Gavin Graves? From now on, she can come and go in the Graves Family, take care of the second young master to showcase herself, and meanwhile, develop a relationship with Gavin Graves. Even if Gavin Graves isn’t taken by her act, if Bella Foster is willing to marry, a ‘useless’ Second Young Master Graves would make the family likely to approve… Once Gavin Graves becomes the family head, they will treat Bella Foster even better.”

Within a few sentences, he dissected the tangled web of interests as if he was all too familiar with such machinations.

Purple swallowed a sip of ginger soup, her mind filled with suspicion, and she cautiously asked, “You understand the female psyche so well… have you gone through something similar?”

There must have been no shortage of women who racked their brains to throw themselves at Master Xander, right?

Purple furrowed her brows, her little face serious as she looked at him.

Alexander couldn’t help but laugh, freeing up a hand to poke her forehead, “I should be asking you, how could you be so foolish? Dare to randomly get into a stranger’s car, and if I call you a stupid pig, you still won’t admit it.”

“But I’m sick, doesn’t everyone get a little foggy-brained sometimes?” Purple covered her forehead, feeling aggrieved, “If I’m a pig, then what are you? Big brother pig?”

Alexander shook his head, spooning another mouthful of ginger soup into her mouth, “No, I’m the pig farmer.”