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She couldn’t eat anymore.
Alexander Summers didn’t force her.
He carried Purple Summers to the sofa, played with her hair, pinched her ears, and toyed with her little hands. Realizing her nails had grown again, he got up to get nail clippers and helped her trim them.
After cutting her fingernails, he moved on to her toenails.
Purple had just taken a bath, and her little feet were as white as jade. Her toes were like tightly arranged, tender pink pearls, incredibly adorable.
Alexander was very careful while cutting, afraid that the sharp edge would hurt her delicate skin.
Purple couldn’t stand his overprotective manner.
When he bullied her, she was infuriated.
When he was nice to her, she felt irritated.
“When will you let me go?” Purple asked him.
She wanted to go home, but Alexander misunderstood her desire to leave him. Without looking up, he replied, “You won’t be able to leave in your lifetime.”
Purple was stunned for a moment and wanted to lash out at him. Suddenly, she remembered May Francis’s tearful scene at the street corner and mocked, “Your lifetime is quite long. You just promised to take care of someone else for a lifetime, and now you’re coming here, asking for my lifetime.”
Alexander’s actions paused, realizing that Purple had heard May Francis’s outburst on the street.
“Do you sympathize with her?” he asked.
Purple replied coldly, “Yeah, she wasted all her love and was deceived, breaking her heart. How pitiful.”
Alexander playfully touched her tender soles and asked with a smile, “Purple, are you jealous?”
Purple looked up, coldly staring at him, “It’s not jealousy, but empathy. My fate might not be any better than hers. You’re clinging to me now just because you haven’t gotten me yet, so you find me fresh and exciting. But once you’re tired of playing, I’m probably worth less in your eyes than her.”
The smile on Alexander’s face gradually faded, and his expression became solemn. “I haven’t touched May Francis, nor have I promised her anything. The total time we’ve spent together is only three to five days.”
Purple didn’t say a word; she didn’t believe him.
Even without verbal commitments, there must have been ambiguous behavior between them. Otherwise, if their relationship were as pure as Alexander claimed, May Francis’s reaction wouldn’t have been so extreme.
“Don’t think that just because she was crying hard, she really loves me that much. I merely saved her from the water and took care of her for a few days. Can such a short time make her fall so deeply in love with me?” Alexander earnestly explained to Purple. “Her crying is merely an expression of her own grief, lamenting the loss of her potential wealth and glory, which she couldn’t let go.”
Purple frowned, finding his words distasteful. In Alexander’s mouth, women seemed cheap and unworthy of cherishing.
“Perhaps because you saved her, she fell in love with you at first sight. Time can’t measure the depth of feelings!” Purple countered.
“Even if she really fell in love with me at first sight, so what? Am I supposed to give myself to her?”
Purple snorted and turned her face away, ignoring him.
Alexander chuckled lightly, his gloominess vanished. He grabbed Purple’s tender little foot and tucked it into his embrace, asking, “What about you? I’ve saved you countless times, but I haven’t seen you throw yourself into my arms.”
Purple angrily lifted her leg to kick him, aiming for his chest. However, he seemed to be immune to pain, leaning in to kiss her instead.
He pressed her into the sofa, their lips tangled. His hand slid inside her bathrobe, encountering smooth, warm, and silky skin—more alluring than the finest silk.
Alexander was captivated, unable to move away from her.
Purple was infuriated but powerless against him.. All she could do was grit her teeth and curse, “Stinking hooligan!”