Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

He stood outside the door, knocked, and waited with bated breath.

He couldn’t help but wonder, would Master Xander be infuriated and lash out in a rage if interrupted at a critical moment, or would he shoot him dead out of utter impatience?

…No, that won’t do!

He must risk his life to advise! He couldn’t let Master Xander make light of his own health!

With that thought, Zack Wallace puffed out his chest, filled with righteous indignation.

…

“Come in.” The voice inside was calm, giving nothing away.

Huh? …No problem?

Zack Wallace was puzzled and then cautiously pushed the cart inside.

He saw Alexander Summers, leaning back on the bed, lifting his arm to put an earring on Purple Summers.

The second earring was easier to put on than the first one; Purple managed to bear the pain when it pierced through the resisting skin and closed her eyes.

“Let me see, do they look good?” Alexander Summers held her face up, his eyes filled with contentment as he admired her.

Purple felt uncomfortable under his intense scrutiny. She lowered her eyelids, her lashes half-veiling her clear and lucid eyes, while a blush spread across her face, adding a touch of charm.

She murmured softly, “Have you looked enough…”

“Never enough.” Alexander Summers leaned in to peck her lips and laughed, “The more I look, the prettier you seem.”

Zack Wallace silently pushed the cart to the side of the bed, bowed, and exited without a sideways glance…

Having left the room and closed the door behind him, Zack Wallace lifted his hand above the heads of the two people at the doorway, fiercely chopping down on each!

“Vulgar! Lewd!” Zack Wallace scorned them, “Master Xander was only putting on Ms. Summers’ earrings! All of you, get lost! If I catch anyone eavesdropping again, I’ll chop off your ears and cook them in soup!”

The others nodded obediently and stepped back, though they still held back their laughter.

…

In the room, Purple touched her ears; there was no blood anymore.

She had always had ear piercings, and the bleeding was just a bit, considering she had never worn earrings before. Now, the weight on both sides felt unfamiliar and she wasn’t used to it.

“Does it still hurt?” After putting the earrings on, Alexander Summers, instead of Purple, was the one sweating with nervousness.

He had never been this anxious, even when performing surgery under local anesthesia.

Purple shook her head, causing the earrings to sway. She hurriedly stopped them and touched her ear, “It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

For some reason, perhaps his mood, Alexander Summers thought that Purple now looked even more beautiful.

He patted the bed, motioning Purple to come closer and teased, “If you can’t even bear this little pain, what will you do when we get married?”

Purple nestled in his embrace, giving him a quirky glance, “What does that have to do with getting married?”

The laughter deepened in Alexander Summer’s eyes, “On the wedding night, there will always be some pain.”

Purple: “…”

She sat up, moved over to the chair by the bed, keeping a distance from Alexander Summers.

“Purple?” Alexander Summers raised his eyebrows slightly, “Come here.”

“I’m not coming over,” Purple said without even glancing at him, “Your thoughts are too filthy; being close to you will corrupt me. I wish to preserve the last bit of sanctity I have, thank you.”

Seeing her genuinely seem a little angry, Alexander Summers thought for a moment, his gaze falling on the cart, “How will you feed me from all the way over there?”

On the cart were nourishing porridge and soups, as well as some sweets and pastries, clearly prepared for Purple.

The second shelf of the cart contained medicines, bottled, boxed, various types for aiding in recovery.

Seeing the medicines, Purple sighed and softened her heart.

She picked up the porridge and fed him spoonful by spoonful, grumbling to herself, “I must have owed you in a past life!” Otherwise, why would she be eaten up by him like this?

Alexander Summers ate the porridge and said, “Purple, stay tonight.”

Purple stirred the porridge in the bowl forcefully with a spoonful and stuffed a big spoonful into his mouth.

“In your dreams,” she said.