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When Purple Summers is angry and stomping her feet, Alexander Summers finds her especially lively and extremely cute. He likes to tease her, thinking it’s a romantic thing to do.
But if Purple Summers is angry and hurt, Alexander Summers can’t bear it.
He kissed and touched her, taking advantage of her before finally letting her go and sitting back down on the couch.
“I’ll take you out to play later,” Alexander Summers said amiably, as if rewarding a pet.
Purple Summers didn’t want to talk to him and sat up silently, tightening her bathrobe. She felt a lot of her heavy pain lifted after being messed with by Alexander.
Was it because of Alexander’s explanation? Or was it because she felt that pain was useless?
Purple Summers thought her reaction was wrong.
She sat on the couch, feeling powerless despite wanting to hate Alexander, her expression showing confusion.
She suddenly despised herself.
“Do you really not have any other women?” Purple Summers asked.
Alexander Summers’ deep eyes slightly flickered, answering, “Only you.”
Purple slowly exhaled…
Not sharing a man with other women eased her guilt and humiliation significantly.
“You’ve never accepted me because you’re worried about this?” Alexander’s thin lips curved slightly, looking a bit happy.
But Purple shook her head gently, “That’s just my bottom line. Interfering in other people’s feelings and stealing their partners would make me feel cheap and despicable. Alexander, I am your sister. We can never be together.”
Alexander Summers didn’t care, “As long as we leave the Summers Family, I can give you a new identity at any time.”
Leaving the Summers Family?
No…she wouldn’t leave the Summers Family. She hadn’t figured out the truth, punished the murderer, or finished anything she had set out to do.
Purple Summers’ unfocused eyes fell on the exquisite patterns of the marble tiles, and after a long silence, she replied softly, “I won’t leave.”
Alexander Summers knew she needed time and leaned down to kiss her lips, “Whether you leave or not, you’re mine.”
Purple Summers lowered her eyes and didn’t say anything.
In the afternoon, Alexander took her horse riding. The estate covered over 150 acres, with its own horse racing track and numerous famous horses.
Purple Summers was actually looking forward to it, always wanting to try the feeling of galloping on a horse, but thinking of Alexander’s wicked character, she didn’t want to go and lowered her head, saying, “Never mind, I don’t have clothes to wear.”
Her clothes were damaged from Alexander’s earlier antics, either missing buttons or torn in places.
However, Alexander’s resourcefulness quickly brought her a set of new clothes.
Not only that, but even her bag and textbooks were sent over, clearly intending to not let her leave today.
Outside the horse track, there were two neatly planted rows of tall and straight gingko trees. Their crowns shone with golden splendor under the bright autumn sun, and the ground was covered in a thick layer of golden leaves. The air was fragrant with the scent of grass and filled with sunlight’s warmth.
Alexander led Purple Summers into the racecourse, whistled, and soon a black horse galloped towards them.
The horse was strong and tall, its entire body a shiny black, except for its four white hooves. It looked spirited and extremely beautiful.
“This horse’s name is Snow Treader,” Alexander told her.
Purple Summers thought: The name suits it well.
Alexander mounted the horse, his posture elegant. As he rode, he looked like a king descending to earth, exuding a natural air of regality and extraordinary handsomeness.
Watching him, Purple Summers’ eyes were filled with admiration, and she was quite moved.
Of course, she wasn’t moved by Alexander, but rather, she felt that sitting up there must feel great and exhilarating.
At this moment, an attendant brought her steed for riding.
When Purple Summers saw it, she was dumbfounded.
It was actually a small pony!