Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

Purple Summers felt thoroughly taken for a fool.

How could she have trusted Alexander Summers? He promised to help her, only to be dragging her into a hotel! — What could a late-night visit to a hotel possibly contribute to her case???

Remembering Alexander’s perverse mind… driven by this thought, Purple resisted feverishly, refusing to be complicit!

After dragging her along for a while and finding her to be a burden, Alexander simply picked her up and carried her sideways.

If Purple continued to struggle, Alexander threatened: “If you’re not obedient, I’ll throw you into the lake!”

Purple: “…”

Water is her kryptonite.

Purple became submissive.

Alexander carried her to the car, shoved her inside, and as he headed for the driver’s seat, he spotted Nathaniel Summers at the garage entrance.

He casually greeted him: “Third Brother.”

Nathaniel’s expression mildly froze, he stared at Alexander, then shifted his gaze to Purple in the car, “You two…”

“Oh, I am taking Purple out.” Alexander didn’t elaborate further. As he spoke, he had already slid into the car and started the engine.

As the car pulled away, Nathaniel stared at the receding taillights, feeling strange.

He walked to his own car, opened the door and sat in, sitting for quite a while before slowly coming back to his senses.

He couldn’t shake the feeling… Alexander and Purple seemed overly intimate?

…Even if they grew up together, but as siblings, wasn’t that kind of behavior crossing a line?

The scene of Alexander carrying Purple replayed in his mind; their bodies closely fitted, so affectionate, the way Alexander leaned over to speak, their faces almost touching…

Nathaniel felt a tightness in his chest, uncomfortable.

He found this strange, why should he care? Originally, it was none of his business…

Purple sat quietly in the car.

Alexander glanced at her from the rear-view mirror, noticing her silence, he asked, “Really mad? I was just teasing you, how could I bear to throw you into the lake.”

Purple closed her eyes, leaned back in the rear seat, and said coldly, “He saw us.”

Upon hearing this, Alexander’s grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly, “You care that he saw us?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Purple countered him, not in rage, not in sarcasm, just calmly stating a fact, “He saw us today, and someone else might see us tomorrow. Gradually, more people will see us.”

Eventually, everyone will know that she and her own brother have an ambiguous relationship.

Her reputation will be dragged through the mud, trampled on by others, and fall into an extremely embarrassing situation. All of this was caused by Alexander Summers.

After carefully listening, Alexander knew she didn’t care about Nathaniel, his mood slightly eased.

“Don’t worry, Purple. I won’t let things get to that point.” Alexander drove the car, keeping his eyes on the road ahead, “I cherish your reputation more than you do.”

Alexander knew fully well how harmful gossips can be.

Atra Blanc had once personally experienced it when she fell in love with over fifty-year-old Old Master Summers. Nobody understood, nobody recognized their relationship, everyone condemned and insulted her openly or secretly.

—She was called a gold digger, a seductress, a manipulative woman obsessed with money; these labels had long numbed her. There were even rumors about how Atra served Elder Master Summers at night. Even worse, they questioned whether Alexander was truly Old Master Summers’ biological son.

All sorts of dirty and nasty things were being said. The Blanc Family felt utterly humiliated for having such a daughter and cut off all ties with Atra, henceforth severing any further contact.

Alexander didn’t want Purple to end up in a similar situation.

“I will be more careful in the future.” He calmly stated, offering her a reassurance.

After hearing his words, Purple felt a slight sense of desolation.

The more cautious they were, the more it made her feel like they were engaging in some clandestine act…