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Purple Summers took a bath, came out of the bathroom, drying her hair while thinking about the case at Peachwater Village.

She walked with her head down, and as soon as she entered the door, she saw Alexander Summers lying on the bed, browsing her phone.

Purple Summers:

There was a surge of anger in her heart.

Even though it had happened many times, she couldn’t get used to Alexander’s habit of going through her things.

It was her phone, containing her information, her photos, her notes – all her things! Even if there were no secrets, she didn’t want them to be casually browsed through.

…Being angry wouldn’t help since she couldn’t get it back anyway.

Purple Summers sat on the chair with a sullen face, not saying anything as she dried her hair.

Alexander was browsing her photo album, which contained pictures taken in Peachwater Village over the past two days. Purple Summers didn’t have the habit of taking selfies; most of the pictures were scenery, along with a few group photos of Jane McCain and Zara Jameson.

“Looks like you had a great time.” Alexander said, with a hint of amusement and longing in his eyes.

He felt a bit regretful now for not taking more photos when he took Purple Summers to Northshore City to play in the snow.

There were quite a few photos of the villa on the mountain, but fake ones were fake after all; fake photos couldn’t evoke memories.

Purple Summers finished drying her hair and sat aimlessly on the chair. She wanted to go to bed but was wary of Alexander.

“How much longer are you going to look? I want to sleep.” Purple Summers urged him to leave.

Alexander gestured her to come over, “Come here.”

Purple Summers didn’t go over and didn’t look at him, “…You go back to your room.”

Seeing that she wouldn’t budge, Alexander got up, pulled Purple Summers over, and pinned her down.

Purple Summers found herself forced to lie under him, and instinctively wanted to scream, but Alexander stuffed his finger into her mouth!

“You want to scream again?” Alexander hooked the corner of his mouth, laughing wickedly, “If you dare scream, believe it or not, I’ll strip off your clothes right now!”

“Pah!” Purple Summers choked with anger, spat out his fingers, and glared at him angrily, “Apart from coercing me and threatening me, what else can you do?”

Alexander shrugged indifferently, “If I don’t threaten you, would you come over?”

“No!” shouted Purple Summers, “You’re up to no good, and of course, I won’t come over! I’m not stupid!”

Alexander kissed her lips, laughing, “You still say you’re not stupid. I love you and care for you, so how can that be no good? Silly girl.”

With Alexander holding her down and no escape, Purple Summers stretched out her hands to pinch his face, fiercely saying, “Alexander Summers, your face is the thickest in the world…”

Alexander laughed, his laughter full of wicked charm.

He kissed Purple Summers’ cheek, picked her up, held her in his arms, and said, “I want to show you something.”

Purple Summers ignored him.

Alexander then picked up his phone, found some photos, and showed them to Purple Summers, “I’ve already selected an island for the New Year celebration. There’s a signal tower and a wind turbine. Apart from the need for regular freshwater deliveries, basic life isn’t a problem. Take a look at these and tell me if we need anything else done. I’ll have everything shipped to the island before the New Year.”

Despite her annoyance with his constant coercion, Purple Summers was curious about the upcoming island life. She couldn’t help but look at the photos one by one. The island’s lush tropical rainforests, winding white beaches, and beautiful azure sea and sky looked as if they had been photoshopped.

“It’s so beautiful…” She said.

The photos seemed to have been taken from an aerial view by a helicopter. One of them showed the house they would be staying in, with a pointy roof and snow-white walls. The building complex sat on a flat green area, like a few large mushrooms leaning against one another.

“There’s even a swing.” Purple Summers noted involuntarily.

She liked the swings outside the house, which would probably not be used much or be of any practical use. However, she felt inexplicably happy and a little playful whenever there was a swing – perhaps it was a psychological thing.

“Do you like it?” Alexander lightly bit her earlobe, “I like it too. I want you here in the future!”