Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

Purple Summers quickly realized that there was a bottle of roses on every table nearby. She came to an understanding that this must be the restaurant’s decorative style, right?

Purple Summers felt embarrassed for her unwarranted sentimentality.

She was young, with a family background not worth mentioning, and although she considered herself rather pretty… had Gavin Graves not seen countless beautiful women? His Entertainment Group had elevated numerous singers and movie stars, all shapes and sizes. How could he possibly take a fancy to her, a plain and simple student?

Once Purple Summers thought this through, she comfortably sat down, feeling that she had simply overthought the situation.

“I haven’t been to this restaurant many times, but I’ve heard the chef’s skills are quite good,” Gavin Graves spoke calmly, smiling. “You’ll have to try it for yourself shortly.”

His words lacked pretension, and it seemed to bring them closer together in an instant.

Purple Summers had always had a weakness for good food and nodded with a smile, “Sure.”

As the appetizers were served, suddenly someone approached briskly and greeted Gavin Graves, “Young Master Graves, what a coincidence that you’re here for a meal too.”

Without waiting for Gavin Graves to invite him, the person took a seat on his own, gestured to the attendant, and said, “Add some cutlery.”

Purple Summers saw the person’s face and almost jumped in surprise!

——It was Alexander Summers!

This guy actually followed her here?! It was too… too shameless!

Purple Summers felt that her assessment of Alexander Summers’ level of shamelessness had just hit a new record low!

Inside, she was in turmoil, but she had to contain her emotions in front of Gavin Graves, putting on a bewildered act as if she didn’t know what was going on.

However, how astute was Gavin Graves? He had caught every bit of Purple Summers’ brief lapse of composure.

He was somewhat puzzled, wondering if Purple Summers might have encountered the Howard family head somewhere before since she seemed to recognize him.

But how could Purple Summers, an ordinary female student, recognize Roy Howard, someone so distant and unapproachable?

Gavin Graves remained impassive.

Alexander Summers had no shortage of impudence and, after sitting down, picked up the bottle of wine on the table and poured himself a glass.

After taking a few sips, he looked up at the two people beside him and asked with a smile, “Am I interrupting you both?”

Wasn’t that the obvious truth?

Purple Summers was annoyed and felt that Alexander Summers was outrageously audacious!

Gavin Graves, a gentleman, would not easily embarrass someone and said with a gentle smile, “Master Xander graces us with his presence, how could that be an interruption? Would you like me to set up another table for you?”

The implication was still one of reluctance, an intent to send him away.

Alexander Summers laughed, “Gavin Graves, you can’t be so stingy in front of a lady!”

Purple Summers lowered her eyes, quietly eating from her own plate, pretending not to know him. She found the situation embarrassing.

As she ate, the long hair on either side of her cheeks hung down. Purple Summers gently brushed it behind her ears, revealing her pale, rounded earlobes and the lustrous, winding earrings.

The restaurant lights shone on the pink diamonds, refracting a dazzling light, highlighting her delicate and pure face as serene and ethereal.

Gavin Graves caught his breath momentarily and then, he understood everything.

He looked over at Alexander, only to find Alexander also staring at Purple Summers, his gaze deep, as though somewhat entranced.

Gavin Graves fell silent.

Another attendant presented the dishes. Alexander Summers flipped through the menu and added a few more items.

At the table, Gavin Graves and Purple Summers chatted, asking if the meal was to her taste.

Purple Summers nodded with a smile.

Alexander Summers chimed in on the conversation about delicacies from other places, with Gavin Graves occasionally contributing a few words. Purple Summers listened more and spoke less, embodying the epitome of a genteel lady’s quiet grace.

The three of them at one table was somewhat odd but, with intentional effort, the atmosphere was surprisingly harmonious.

After finishing the meal, Gavin Graves politely said to Purple Summers, “Let me take you back.”

Yet Alexander stood up, with shameless gall, “I’ve mooched a meal off you today, so let me take Ms. Summers back as a way of returning the favor.”