Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

He had originally waited calmly and patiently for Purple Summers to grow up, but now his heart was like a drop of water in a frying pan, violently disturbed and unable to find peace.

It seems that people really are greedy.

Once, he had thought that just having her by his side was enough, but later, he wanted her heart.

When she finally began to slowly cherish him in return, he wanted to become her only one.

After becoming the only one, he became eager to legitimize their relationship and to proudly be together in the open.

He wanted so much…

Alexander Summers carefully considered his next steps. Once he had dealt with Lily Howard’s matter, he was determined to take Purple Summers abroad and get registered first!

Even if he did not possess her body, he needed to secure his social status.

…

In the following days, Purple Summers attended her classes as usual.

She felt that she had indeed been overly concerned before.

The words “engagement” hung over her head like a curse, and even though Alexander and Lily Howard were innocent, she kept emphasizing the fact of the “engagement” to herself, almost masochistically.

The so-called “engagement reception” on April first was nothing more than a formality to appear before the many relatives and friends of the Howard Family.

It was unrelated to love, unrelated to social status, involving only entangled interests and cunning schemes.

It was all just a play.

Purple Summers decided not to think about it anymore.

During lunchtime, Purple Summers received a text from Nathaniel Summers, asking to meet after school to discuss something.

After the recent kidnapping incident, Purple Summers was even more cautious and immediately called him back.

On the other end of the phone was indeed Nathaniel.

“Whatever it is, just say it over the phone,” Purple Summers frowned and said, “Or we can talk about it at home.”

Nathaniel, however, let out a cold laugh: “The house is full of Alexander’s surveillance cameras. I don’t feel safe. I’ll wait for you at a coffee shop on Amber Street at six-thirty.”

After saying this, he paused slightly and in an extremely low and slow tone, he added, “If you want to know what was really in your drink that day on the boat, I think you should keep this appointment.”

Purple Summers’s heart suddenly sank.

Her lips pressed together, and she replied, “Fine, I’ll see you then.”

The call ended.

Actually, after so much time had passed, Purple Summers had somewhat given up.

She had investigated Dylan Summers, Jade Carlson, Nathaniel Summers, and eventually discovered it was an accident. She felt like a clown entertaining herself, pitiful and laughable.

Purple Summers’s resignation carried a hint of evasion.

She had not expected that Nathaniel, after disappearing for many days, had actually been researching the component of the drug.

After all, it concerned her own death; Purple Summers could not help but care.

After school, she told the driver to go back first and took a taxi to the coffee shop by herself.

The recent weather had been growing warmer, the parasol trees lining the roads sprouted tender green leaves, and sparrows chirped and squabbled on the treetops, all around bursting with the vitality unique to spring.

When Purple Summers entered the coffee shop, Nathaniel Summers was already there.

He sat in a quiet corner, shrouded in gloom, with the coffee shop’s dim and cozy lighting casting profound shadows across his brows, accentuating his contours, making him appear more taciturn and cold.

He was no longer the handsome, sunny Nathaniel Summers she remembered from her memory.

Purple Summers silently took a seat across from him.

Nathaniel’s gaze shifted slightly, a fleeting, indiscernible emotion disappearing quickly.

He laid a piece of paper on the table and then pushed it across to Purple Summers.

“I had a friend take it for testing. This kind of aphrodisiac, a hormonal drug, can cause menstrual disorder or dizziness and nausea in women when taken in excess, but it absolutely does not produce hallucinations, let alone cause death,” he said.

As he spoke, he handed a small bottle of pills to Purple Summers, then continued, “If you don’t believe it, you can take it to any drug testing agency for verification.”