Chapter 462: The Lock on the Heart_1
After such an incident, Alexander Summers wanted to keep it a secret from Purple Summers.
He should keep it a secret no matter what. Being injured because of another woman was not honorable or glorious. It would only increase suspicions between them, and Alexander Summers did not want to see such a result.
But when the incident really happened, he found the taste of it not bad at all.
Purple was jealous because of him.
This was something he had never even dared to imagine before. Jealousy meant that this woman cared about him in her heart.
Thinking of this, Alexander Summers hugged Purple even tighter in his arms.
“Let go,” Purple said, wary of touching his wound, not daring to struggle too hard, she complained, “You’re dirty and smelly, don’t touch me.”
Alexander Summers wanted to take it further, “Then you help me wipe off.”
“I don’t want to, go find Zack Wallace,” Purple said coldly, “or else find your swan princess and let her wipe for you.”
“Still jealous?” Alexander Summers laughed, “Purple, I’m injured and can’t bathe myself. If I don’t wipe down, it’ll be very uncomfortable.”
Alexander Summers persisted softly and hard, and said, “When you were too lazy before, it was always me who wiped you clean, and I have never despised you for it.”
Purple had no choice but to stand up grumpily, went to the bathroom, fetched a basin of hot water, and helped him cleanse his body.
She thought to herself: Just think of it as paying off a debt!
Before wiping, Alexander Summers asked her to go to the drawer next to them and find a brown glass bottle.
“What is this?” Purple asked as she brought it back to him.
“Pour a little and apply it to my body,” Alexander Summers said.
To facilitate the surgery, Alexander Summers had taken off his clothes, and his upper body was bare.
Purple did as instructed and first applied some to his arm. His skin texture was tight and smooth, his muscles evenly distributed, and every line and contour was full of masculine strength.
As she applied it, the slightly darker skin tone, like fading paint, slowly dissolved away.
Purple understood then; it was makeup remover oil.
All makeup products have a certain irritability. Purple carefully avoided his wound, applying it bit by bit and then wiping it off with a warm, damp towel.
While she was doing these things, Alexander Summers told her about the incident which led to his injury.
“Those people were after Lily Howard; they wanted her to die on my turf so that my status as her supposed fiancé would be untenable, and I would also have a blood feud with the Howard family, giving them a chance to pull me down from the head of the family,” Alexander Summers said. “Purple, I saved Lily not because I love her, but because I couldn’t let the situation escalate to that point.”
Purple, scrubbing him down and looking away, muttered, “Who you love is none of my business; you don’t need to go out of your way to explain it to me.”
“How can it be none of your business? I love you, you little thing,” Alexander Summers said with a smile as he pinched her face.
Purple threw down the towel and stood up, seemingly very angry, “How many times have I told you! Don’t pinch my face!”
She carried the dirty water to the bathroom, pouring it out, and filled another basin with clean hot water.
The metallic water faucet poured out water, and Purple, with her hands propped on the marble counter, blankly stared at herself in the mirror.
Her heart felt sour and swollen, the feeling indescribable.
Previously, unknowing of what emotions were, when dealing with cases involving people crazy for love, she always found them unreasonable.
Some women were cheated of their bodies and wealth, yet they had no desire to recover their property and instead tearfully asked the man who deceived them whether he had ever truly loved them.
And then there were women who, to help their boyfriends afford drugs, would actually degrade themselves to becoming sex workers.
Why are there so many fools in this world?
Is it because love is so irrational that those who fall into it become stupid, become cheap?
Even knowing he has a fiancée, she could actually abandon her principles, comforting herself that the marriage contract was merely a facade.
… I love you, you little thing.
Those words of Alexander Summers landed on the tip of her heart, like a shackle locking her heart firmly in place.