Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime - Chapter 391:
Chapter 391: Chapter 391: Different from the Past
Purple Summers fell apart when Alexander Summers finished his words…
Even the most beautiful emotional ties were instantly shattered.
“Alexander, I find you especially good at ruining the mood,” Purple despised him.
Alexander Summers didn’t think he had ruined the girl’s romantic feelings. In fact, an infatuated person has plentiful fantasies not limited to swinging.
But he vaguely heard Purple’s implied meaning, he smiled and asked, “What mood did I ruin?”
“Out, out, I’m going to sleep,” Purple pushed him forcefully.
But Alexander Summers held her arms like a sturdy cast-iron, strong and immovable. He smirked, “There’s still more to see, what’s the rush?”
He then flipped through more photos. Alexander showed her the living room, bedroom, kitchen, one by one, asking her if she liked them.
Purple hard-heartedly said she did not.
Alexander responded, “That’s OK. We’ll kiss until you do.”
He threw his phone to one side, directly took off Purple’s silk pajamas, leaving her body covered with deep and light pink traces, and made her hand sticky, only then was he satisfied.
Purple was nearly driven mad.
But what could she do? Alexander Summers was immune to all her pleas, he just wanted to tease her!
After everything, Purple laid on the bed, facing away from him, panting with anger. Alexander Summers fetched her warm water to clean her hands.
“Purple, your panting is quite enticing,” he shamelessly said, “The moment I hear you panting, I desire you.”
“Rogue! Scoundrel!” Purple blushed, slamming her hand on Alexander’s chest.
Alexander caught her hand though, kissed it, and said, “Don’t ruin it. I’ll have to rely on it before you turn eighteen.”
“Go find other women!” Purple burst out.
Alexander laughed coldly, a dangerous glint flashing in his deep, black eyes, “If I go find other women, can you handle it?”
Could she handle it?
Purple seriously pondered the question.
…Of course she couldn’t.
Although what Alexander did repulsed her, if Alexander touched another woman and then asked her to do the same thing, she’d be even more disgusted!
Why are men fond of such things? Isn’t a platonic relationship enough…
Purple turned over sullenly, her head covered with the blanket.
Her silence comforted Alexander somewhat. He felt that at least the little girl had some conscience.
Alexander hugged her tightly.
“Once the new year passes, you will be a year older,” Alexander said, “Purple, I really wish you’d grow up soon. Year after year, I will be there with you.”
He had never looked forward to the new year in this way before.
In past years he spent the holidays enduring fake smiles at Summers Family gatherings, sitting at a table with hypocritical people, falsely creating a harmonious atmosphere. It was all so ironic, so boring.
But this year was different.
This year, he had her.
The next day, Purple called Marcel Jefferson.
She was in a hurry and needed to find new leads before the test results came out. Otherwise, the sorceress would be definitely sent to jail.
“There are basically no valuable clues in Peachwater Village, we can only change our investigation direction. Check if they carried food containing tetrahydrocannabinol with them. We’ll ask the two surviving female college students. If that doesn’t work, we may have to discuss plea deals with the prosecutor.”
Purple handed the rough temporary contract to Marcel, “Make a copy of this when you get back. Perfect it whenever you have time. How is the information I asked you to check yesterday?”
Marcel, already used to Purple’s intense work rhythm, got straight to the point and presented the information he found overnight.
“The sorceress is named Rowan Walt, sixty-four years old, with a vague past. All we know is that she started doing fortune-telling in Peachwater Village twenty years ago, and gradually became famous. Oh, right, she has a granddaughter who just turned twenty, chronically ill and bedridden, unable to take care of herself. She relies solely on Rowan Walt. If Rowan does go to jail, her granddaughter will suffer greatly.”
