A few days later, Purple Summers received a phone call from Marcel Jefferson.
Marcel Jefferson told her that Norman Douglas had agreed to divorce, promising to compensate Riley Montgomery with 9.75 million and would pay child support every month until their daughter, Serena Douglas, turned sixteen.
With this money, Riley Montgomery could not only continue treating her lameness but also ensure a worry-free and secure life for herself and her child in the future.
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As June approached, the sunshine became warm, and the air faintly carried the dry heat of summer.
Young girls on the streets couldnât wait to switch to summer wear, their light and airy dresses fluttering in the wind and creating a dazzling and gorgeous spectacle.
Grey International School also distributed new summer uniforms. There wasnât much change for the boysâ uniform, but the girlsâ design was slightly modified. The collar shifted from a tightly buttoned, small round one to one with a bow tie in a sailor style, cooler and prettier, but the pleated skirts got longer, losing some of their lightness.
The girls gathered to discuss the new uniforms and complained about the schoolâs too old-fashioned rules forbidding short skirts.
Jane McCain, however, was very proud. Tall with long legs, the uniform skirt that was too long for others was just right on her.
Over such a trivial matter, Jane McCain was happy for an entire afternoon, always feeling she had snagged a bargain.
Purple Summers and Zara Jameson couldnât help but laugh and cry at this.
Thinking about it, time flew by really fast. Without realizing it, winter had turned to summer, and it had been almost a year already.
In this year, Purple Summers had changed a lot. She had washed away the outside worldâs bad impression of her as the reclusive and wayward adopted daughter of the Summers Family and had created the image of an exemplary student with both good character and academics.
In the garden of the Summers Family, various roses bloomed extravagantly, competing in splendor.
Under the shade of the trees, Purple Summers sat in a white wicker chair, leaning against a soft pillow, with her crossed legs resting on a small round table covered with a pink square cloth. She read a book while eating fruit.
Occasionally, a breeze would blow over from the lake, brushing across the pages of the book, content and comfortable.
Alexander Summers came to the garden looking for her and, from a distance, saw her wearing cool and comfortable shorts and a shirt, relaxing in the shade of a tree.
Moving closer, he saw her with her hair casually tied in a bun, sitting lazily. The hems of her pants were adorned with playful little frills, revealing her slender legs, with skin that was soft and pale.
Purple Summers heard the sound of footsteps, looked up at him, then lowered her gaze and turned a page, continuing to read.
That glance was as carefree as a passing cloud, but Alexander felt it was full of bewitching charm, as if she was seducing him.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âYouâre quite diligent with your studies, still reading a book on Sunday,â he pulled up a chair and sat next to her, taking her leg from the table into his lap.
Purple Summers immediately withdrew her leg, sitting cross-legged, âStop teasing, be careful of being seen.â
Alexander wasnât pleased, feeling that his recent benefits were pitifully scarce, and frowned, âCanât you read inside the room?â
âNo, itâs too stuffy inside,â Purple Summers shook her head.
âYou can turn on the air conditioning,â suggested Alexander.
âThe air conditioning still feels stuffy.â Purple Summers smiled, pursing her lips. She stretched out her fair little foot and stepped on Alexanderâs leg before reclining it back on the table.
âGet rid of your dirty thoughts,â Purple Summers said disdainfully, âDonât think I donât know what youâre up to.â
If they went back to the room and closed the door, wouldnât he do whatever he wanted?
In the height of summer, Purple Summers didnât want to get sweaty and uncomfortable.
After a momentâs thought, Alexander said, âZack Wallace picked a few houses for us. Take a look later, and we can move to whichever you like.â
Changing the environment and having fewer eyes around would make dating more convenient.
Purple Summers paused for a moment, then hesitated, âMaybe⦠letâs move later? I think Mom is quite attached to this place.â
Moreover, her initial desire to move was mainly because Nathaniel Summers and Jade Carlson were too much of an eyesore. Now that Jade was dead and Nathaniel had left, she felt quite comfortable living there.
Speaking of Nathanielâ¦
Purple Summers couldnât help but ask, âDo you have any news of him? I have no idea where heâs gone, itâs really strangeâ¦â