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Purple Summers was sweating all over.
She finally managed to get dressed, but her situation hadnât improved much.
Alexander Summers held her hand, trimming her nails as he teased, âDonât go around hitting people so easily in the future; itâs a bad habit. Youâve got the strength of a kitten, not hurting anyone but yourself by drawing first blood. Does it hurt?â
He snipped off the torn half of her nail and wiped away the blood with a cotton swab.
Although it was just a small wound, he insisted on wrapping it in gauze, then affectionately kissed the spot.
Purple was still angry about the earlier incident and refused to look directly at him, staying silent.
She had become somewhat numb to it all.
Alexander didnât mind; he continued trimming her other nails before lifting her foot onto his lap, pouring some medicinal oil and gently massaging the sole of her foot.
Purpleâs heels were slightly red, probably from walking too much today and incurring some friction.
As Alexander kneaded her delicate white foot, he thought about how spoiled she was, managing to get hurt by merely walking a few steps.
However, he liked her being spoiled.
Even when she yelled angrily at him, he only found it adorable.
When you fall in love with someone, no matter what they say or do, everything about them becomes pleasing to the eyes, and you grow fonder with each passing moment.
It was like an illness, an incurable terminal disease.
The skin on the sole of her foot was soft and smooth, addicting to the touch, her snow-white instep, and pearl-like toes â Alexander couldnât help but lower his head to themâ¦
Purple finally reacted.
She looked down at him and coldly said, âAlexander Summers, youâre disgusting.â
Alexander lightly bit her instep and asked with a smile, âKissing on the lips isnât disgusting, but are you willing?â
Purple bit her lip, wanting to say that would be even more disgusting, but knowing Alexanderâs shamelessness, he would probably respond with something like: âReally? Why donât we give it a try and see which is more disgusting?â
She decided to keep her mouth shut and stay quiet, but she couldnât help huffing heavily in displeasure.
Alexander chuckled and stopped teasing her.
After applying the medicine, he held her in his embrace and gently smelled the fragrance from her hair.
Although he could force her, it wouldnât be as fun if it wasnât consensual in such mattersâ¦
Alexander would only lose control when he went mad occasionally; when calm, however, he would try his best to respect her and not upset his darling.
Howeverâ¦
It seemed as if he often lost control in front of Purple.
Zack Wallace didnât dare to enter until everything quieted down in the room.
He pushed a small dining cart from the hotel, as elegant as an attendant, with the perfect smile plastered on his face.
Though it wasnât mealtime yet, Alexander had arranged afternoon tea, thinking Purple might be hungry.
The girl insisted on eating by herself.
The man warned her, âHow will you use a spoon with a wounded finger? And what would you do if a bone broke?â
Zack maintained his smile, but the corners of his eyes twitched imperceptibly.
Could a bone really break from using a spoon?
Sir, youâre so humorous.
Then Zack watched, wide-eyed, as Alexander picked up a small spoon, scooped a tiny piece of chocolate mousse, and fed it to the girl.
The girl begrudgingly ate but looked furious.
Zack couldnât bear to watch anymore.
His heart raced, feeling as if he had discovered a great secret.
This girl, able to make his master so tender, must be the soul his master wanted to nurture!
As a responsible confidant, he must discreetly help his master keep this secret!
Zack bowed slightly, closed the door behind him, and left.
As Alexander fed Purple, he asked, âWere you planning to watch a movie today?â
Purple lowered her gaze, her thick eyelashes quivering slightly as she avoided looking at him.
âYes, I wanted to watch a movie,â she replied.
Alexander glanced at her unconsciously curled-up fingers and narrowed his ink-black eyes. He could easily see through her..