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In the bathroom, Purple Summers washed herself in a daze.
She felt as if, ever since her rebirth, her life had been like a continuous farce. One moment she was happily watching a movie with her classmates, the next she was dragged away by Alexander Summers to do such disgusting things.
But amidst this disgust, there was a small part of her that was thankful that Alexander Summers had not physically harmed her.
However, it was this slight gratitude that made her feel even more ashamed.
She felt weak, even questioning whether she was becoming accustomed to abuse. Alexander Summers was so detestable, yet she felt grateful, simply because he did not take her virginity.
Perhaps what she feared most was that Alexander Summers was slowly eroding her will.
After her bath, Purple Summers stood in front of the mirror, seeing her body covered in light and dark peach-colored marks. The shame clung to her, refusing to dissipate.
She looked away, not wanting to see any more.
As she had not brought any clothes with her, she did not want to ask Alexander Summers for any. Fortunately, there was a clean bathrobe in the bathroom, wide and thick, it was more than enough to cover her and keep her warm.
Dressed in the bathrobe, Purple Summers left the room and was greeted by the smell of food.
Alexander Summers was setting lunch on the round table by the sofa.
With one glance, Purple Summers was certain that Alexander Summers had cooked it himself.
It was identical to the few dishes he had taught her last time, although, presumably due to lack of time, there was no French onion soup this time.
The first and only man who had ever cooked for her was Alexander Summers.
But thinking about what he had done, Purple Summers felt no gratitude. She even purposefully retorted coldly, “Next time, if there’s a need, isn’t it more convenient to rent a hotel room? It’s better than coming to this deserted place, where even ordering takeout is impossible, and you have to take the trouble to cook personally.”
Alexander Summers, who had just enjoyed Purple Summers’ attentiveness, was in a good mood and was not angered by her words.
He asked Purple Summers to sit on the sofa and eat lunch, then went to fetch a dry towel to help her dry her wet hair.
Purple Summers was very hungry, and also very angry, so she didn’t really want to eat.
Alexander Summers’ actions were very gentle, careful as if he was worried about pulling a single strand of her hair. He dried her hair very tenderly.
Purple Summers grew increasingly frustrated.
She hated it when he showed deep and infatuating affection after every tantrum. She would rather he was thoroughly bad, so her hatred could be equally thorough and firm!
After drying her hair, Alexander Summers leaned down to sniff her hair, “It smells nice.”
She had used his unscented men’s shampoo. When Alexander Summers said it smelled nice, he was referring to her.
Purple Summers suddenly felt her anger and resentment were meaningless. Even if she exploded with anger, Alexander would still do as he pleased.
The dishware and delicacies were in front of her, but she had no appetite. Alexander Summers had cut the steak into small pieces for her but she still didn’t touch it.
“Should I feed you?” Alexander Summers asked.
What Alexander Summers meant by “feed” and what Purple Summers imagined were not the same. She was sure he had some lewd intentions and her face showed her disgust.
“Do you treat every woman this way?” Purple Summers asked, her eyebrows slightly furrowed as she looked down at the food in her plate, “Am I the most expensive one? You’ve spent money on my company, my house, and now you’re cooking for me. Alexander Summers, what’s your end game?”
She felt a slight pain in her forehead.
It was Alexander Summers who had tapped her on the forehead.
“Eat your food properly, no weird talk,” Alexander Summers said.
Purple Summers pursed her lips and picked up the knife and fork, eating bite by bite with a cold face.
She didn’t play any games, she didn’t act defiant, she didn’t pity herself.
Seeing Purple Summers finally eating, Alexander Summers slightly relaxed. He sat quietly by her side and watched her eat.
After a while, he said, “Purple, don’t try to deny our relationship. You wholly belong to me, even the food filling your stomach is made by me.”
Purple Summers almost choked…
Only Alexander Summers could turn sweet words into something so creepy, so disgusting..