Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

He had seen with his own eyes Purple dining with another man, drinking the wine poured by someone else, eating the food picked by someone else. She was all smiles, her cheeks flushed with shyness, her brow and eyes brimming with joy.

Whether this joy came from the taste of the exquisite sashimi or from that man, Alexander felt angry!

He couldn’t bear it!

That man, Allen Rivera, used to be Purple’s most admired assistant. Alexander hadn’t expected them to meet again, let alone enjoy drinks and laughter together! The thin wine moistened her lips, making them appear even more delicate and lusciously red, while her eyes were alluringly languid, greatly irritating Alexander!

It was unbearable!

He couldn’t think about it anymore, the more he thought, the angrier he became!

Alexander’s eyes bore a fierce glare as he suddenly stood up and strode towards the door.

Purple was startled when she saw that Alexander was holding a gun!

Purple was nearly scared to death by Alexander and immediately rushed to wrap her arms tightly around his arm, “Where are you going?!”

“I’m going to kill him!” Each word burst through his clenched teeth, chillingly cold as if coated with a layer of ice.

“You’re crazy!” Purple wouldn’t let Alexander leave, she hugged him tightly from behind, pressing her face against his back.

Her body was soft, carrying a faint, delicate fragrance, and those small hands clinging to him firmly were pale, soft, and delicate.

Alexander didn’t move.

Purple then snatched the gun from his hand, threw it to the floor, and kicked it under the bed. She continued to embrace him, fearing that if she let go for even a second, Alexander would run out to fight with Allen Rivera to the death.

It sounded insane, but Alexander was always someone who didn’t play by the rules!

In the quiet and dim room, the two held each other close, neither speaking.

Silence added an ambiguous warmth, and Alexander’s thoughts began to wander…

He moved slightly, but Purple mistook his motion as an attempt to leave and hugged him even tighter.

“Can you try talking some sense? We were just having an ordinary dinner!” Purple’s voice was low, “You can’t expect me to never have any contact with the opposite sex. I’ve had meals with male classmates and with Marcel Jefferson. Why are you going crazy today?!”

In his heart, Alexander thought: Can those even compare?

Nathaniel was a man Suzanne Saunders once fancied, Allen was a man Suzanne once admired, and who was Marcel Jefferson to count for something? Alexander’s jealousy was targeted; it wasn’t indiscriminate.

At that moment, Purple softened her tone further, pleading quietly, “Can I not dine with them next time? Please stop threatening violence. The prosecutor was just treating me to a meal, and for that, he has to lose his life. Do you want me to live with guilt forever?”

That was true.

Death has a beautifying effect, and unless necessary, he didn’t want to commit murder.

Alexander’s murderous intent had receded, and he had completely regained his composure.

“What about this time?” he asked Purple, his tone indifferent and devoid of anger.

Purple, however, paused, looking up at him, her heart contracting slightly upon meeting his profound and deep eyes.

“…What about this time?” she feigned ignorance.

“There may not be a next time, but this time, you having meals with them has made me unhappy, Purple. You need to compensate me,” Alexander said seriously.

Purple let go of him, stopping the embrace, and instead pushed him away, “You’re unhappy, that’s your own doing. Why should I compensate you…”

Alexander seized her hand, leaned back, and pulled Purple onto the bed.

Purple lay on top of him, struggling to get up, but Alexander clasped her waist, not allowing her to leave.

“Stop it,” Purple blushed.

Alexander coaxed in a low voice, “Purple, give me a kiss. If you kiss me, I’ll let you go and won’ t kill him.”