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As soon as Purple saw him, she remembered how foolishly she had taken care of him these past days, and she could hardly suppress her anger!

He was injured because of another woman, and there she was feeding him and washing him, even rushing to feel sympathy for him—she couldn’t be this cheap!

“You are nothing but a big liar! A complete and utter jerk!”

Purple pointed at him and cursed, then seeing the scar on his face, which seemed flawlessly concealed by some high-end makeup, felt even more upset, finding Alexander to be fake from head to toe!

“What did I lie to you about?” Alexander asked her with a smile, “Lied with my body or my heart? I lay there letting you touch me all over, taking full advantage of the situation. So how come I’m the liar now?”

Purple was instantly furious to death.

Alexander had a special talent for making Purple, who would normally be wallowing in sorrow and love, explode with a thunderous rage!

What love, love, and affection? Right now, all she wanted was to tear Alexander’s mouth apart!

She turned around to enter her room and was about to close the door when Alexander blocked it with his hand and squeezed himself in.

“I need to review, get out!” Purple said righteously, “School is starting soon!”

Alexander coaxed her, “Don’t be angry, I just wanted to spend more time with you. Besides, I really did get hurt, and everything is inconvenient. With you by my side, I recovered quickly. Purple, think about it, when have I ever lied to you?”

Upon hearing this, Purple felt her anger slightly subside, thinking that Alexander finally said something sensible.

Thinking about it carefully, he had always been extremely attentive to her in every way. Even with the fiancée issue, he had laid it all out clearly, never hiding anything.

“Have you really never lied to me?” Purple pursed her lips, looking askance at him, “Is there anything… anything you’re keeping from me?”

Alexander’s breath hitched.

He was silent for a moment, the corner of his lips curling into a vague smile, “Of course not.”

However, Purple huffed, “Lying again, aren’t you? There obviously is!”

Alexander’s expression stiffened for a moment…

His hands involuntarily clenched tight, veins slightly bulging, nerves taut.

Suspecting that Purple knew something, he scrutinized her only to spot a faint flicker of amusement in the depths of her eyes.

Alexander’s body relaxed immediately.

Regaining his composure, he couldn’t help but find his brief moment of panic amusing. How long had it been since he’d forgotten what fear felt like? Only she could scare him.

“What secrets!” He embraced her tightly, “I haven’t hidden anything from you! Even if there were, it would be because I love you!”

“Keep it down!” Purple was terrified, her hand covering Alexander’s mouth.

Had this man gone mad? Atra Blanc was right in the house, and here he was, loudly declaring love, as if seeking a thrill!

Alexander indeed sought a thrill, and he kissed her in response.

Purple, scared out of her wits, struggled to sit up, “You scoundrel!… The door, the door!”

Alexander got up to lock the door and then pressed Purple onto the bed, kissing her enough before reluctantly letting go.

“No matter what happens, you don’t need to worry. Just remember one thing,” Alexander said, his hands gripping her shoulders tightly, his tone unusually serious, “and that is, I love you, Purple.”

Purple’s face flushed crimson, her frequent confessions turning her as red as a cooked shrimp, “Can you please stop saying that…”

She was embarrassingly awkward!

“Get out, get out,” Purple pushed him towards the door with blushing cheeks, “All day long you just play the rogue, disrupting my studies!”

Alexander could tell she was not really angry, and he felt relieved.

“I won’t bother you, I’ll just lie here for a while, okay? Purple, my wound still hurts.”

Shamelessly, he ended up sleeping on Purple’s bed.