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How could she not be afraid?
In her first half of life, she had faced all kinds of criminals: cunning, vicious, and cold-blooded. But none of them were like Alexander Summers.
He was a bully.
And he was a bully that could control her every move.
Now, this bully was beckoning her overâ¦
Purple Summers didnât move, cautiously staring at him.
Alexander said, âAre you coming over on your own, or should I carry you over?â
Purple bit her lip and reluctantly went over.
Alexander pulled her down to sit next to him, extremely close.
He turned on the TV, randomly picked a channel, and watched a TV show while playing with Purpleâs little hand.
Purple felt both relieved and uncomfortable all over. Relieved, because Alexander hadnât gone crazy; uncomfortable, because Alexander kept touching her.
He pinched her fingers, scratched her palm, and wrapped her long hair over her shoulder around his fingers, circle after circle.
Purple was annoyed.
Alexander noticed her broken fingernails. Earlier on the bed, she had hit and scratched him, probably injuring her nails then.
He got up to fetch the nail clippers and placed Purpleâs hand on his leg, carefully and gently clipping her nails as if treating a beloved pet.
Purple didnât resist. Basically, as long as Alexander didnât go too far, she could tolerate it now.
The TV was showing an episode of the Water Margin series.
Wu Song stripped Pan Jinlianâs clothes, stabbed her in the chest, removed her heart, and then chopped off her head, blood splashing three feet high.
Alexander glanced over casually, finished clipping the last nail, and arranged Purpleâs ten fingers in front of his eyes, a satisfied smile on his thin lips. âWomen who flirt with men outside usually donât end well.â He held Purpleâs hand and gently kissed the back of it. âIâm not home most of the time, so be good and donât let me see or hear anything bad.â
Purple got goosebumps.
He was not only perverted but also showed symptoms of male chauvinism!
Purple didnât want to be restrained by him, nor did she want to anger him, so she lowered her posture and tried to reason with him: âBut living together, weâll inevitably bump into each other, and we canât just ignore each otherâ¦â âNathaniel wonât be back for a while.â Alexander said indifferently.
Purpleâs heart sank slightly, knowing that he must have done something behind the scenes.
This man was too terrifying, hiding his power in the dark and manipulating the Summers Family at will. His scheming alone was enough to send chills down oneâs spine.
Purple began to worry. Could she really escape Alexanderâs claws in the future? Alexander seemed to care a lot about Nathanielâs presence. His dark, deep eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice was cold, âEven if he comes back, you are not allowed to have any contact with him.â
Purple thought for a moment and asked, âWhat about my elder brother?â
Although Dylan was over fifty, he was still a man.
âIf he comes to see you, have your mother accompany you.â
Purple was speechless, as he was even guarding against a man in his fifties. âWhat about the male servants in the house?â she asked again, then became somewhat bolder, listing them off on her fingers, âThe security guards, gardeners, cooks, drivers⦠theyâre all men.â
Upon hearing this, Alexander narrowed his deep, mysterious eyes, and his expression was both amused and creepyâ¦
Purple shivered.
Alexander hadnât done anything to her yet, but Purple was already scared. âBrother, I understand. I wonât say an extra word to them!â
The gloominess disappeared from Alexanderâs eyes, replaced by a wicked smile. He gently stroked Purpleâs head, âGood girl, Purple.â
Such praise didnât make Purple happy. Instead, it only made her more disheartened.
She was feeling down and blamed herself: Suzanne Saunders, youâre so worthless!