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Purple Summers felt desperate.

– She couldn’t handle Alexander Summers, but he could do whatever he wanted to her.

After her rebirth, everything seemed to be going her way, and she could handle everything except Alexander.

He was like a stubborn nail embedded deep in her path, not blocking her way, but making her stumble every now and then!

What a detestable man…

Lying in his arms, Purple secretly despised him.

His arms were too stiff; not as soft and comfortable as a pillow; His embrace was too close, not as warm and breathable as a thin blanket.

She felt uncomfortable, upset and restless, thinking: there’s no way she can sleep tonight, she’s going to have insomnia.

Yet slowly, she became accustomed to the cool masculine scent around her and found it strangely comforting…

She fell asleep.

The speed of her sleep was faster than she imagined.

Alexander felt her breathe deeply and smoothly. He gently kissed her hair, a satisfied warmth in his gaze.

A long time ago, he yearned to hold her like this as they fell asleep.

But at that time, Nathaniel Summers had already entered her life, and he himself was in a dire situation, living a knife-edge existence that could end at any moment.

He was a man with no future, he couldn’t let her suffer for him.

At the same time, he optimistically thought that since she did not accept Nathaniel’s pursuit for four full years, it meant she didn’t love Nathaniel.

Therefore, he still had a chance. He just needed another year, a year to consolidate his power and then he could completely possess her.

But reality caught him off guard

Suzanne Saunders’ grandmother suddenly fell gravely ill. The old lady’s biggest wish was to see her granddaughter settle down. To prevent her grandmother from having any regrets, Suzanne hastily married Nathaniel…

Nathaniel, who had been persistent like a dog for four years, finally got what he wanted.

Now Alexander Summers also got what he wanted.

However, being arrogant and proud, he couldn’t lower himself like Nathaniel nor did he want to woo Suzanne for four long years like the boiling frog strategy. He was a pragmatic man who would do anything for his goals, and was very efficiency-oriented.

So, despite knowing that Suzanne resisted and despised him, he still forced her to accept him in a domineering manner.

The only worry…was Nathaniel.

While he believed Suzanne didn’t love Nathaniel, but since she ended up marrying Nathaniel in her previous life, would their past feelings be rekindled now, with her rebirth?

Thinking of this possibility, Alexander unconsciously held her tighter.

The young girl in his arms let out a soft murmur in her sleep, seemed to feel cold, she curled up closer into his arms.

Alexander pulled the thin blanket up a bit more, thinking: keeping Nathaniel around is a problem, better to get rid of him.

But he was also worried that if Nathaniel was no more, Suzanne might dwell on the past and never forget him, thus Nathaniel would become a persistent burden on her heart.

When someone dies, only the good memories remain. It might be better for Nathaniel to live and let Suzanne see his loose morals and incompetence, and only then could she completely sever her emotional ties.

Alexander had a heavy heart.

He wasn’t a melancholic person, but because of her, his feelings became piled up as ever.

His index finger curled slightly, gently rubbing her soft and tender face, “Purple, don’t make me wait for too long…”

In the darkness, no one responded to him.

Purple Summers slept till dawn.

As she opened her eyes, she was still slightly groggy from sleep, and it took her a good while to remember—- Alexander Summers had come by last night!

In a spine-chilling thought, Purple Springs immediately got out of bed.

Looking at the blanket on the bed, it all looked strange no matter where she looked.

It’s as if all these things were tainted by his scent and were no longer clean.

Purple removed the bed sheets and pillowcases along with the thin blanket from last night, stuffed them into the laundry basket, and prepared to let the servant wash them.

However, even after washing, she probably won’t use them anymore.

She met Atra Blanc on her way down the stairs.

“It’s dirty, I’m going to wash it.” Not waiting for Atra to ask, Purple spoke first.

Atra looked at her strangely.

“What’s the matter, mom?” asked Purple, puzzled.

Atra pointed at her neck and asked in confusion, “Why are there so many marks….?”