Chapter 466: Together Abnormal_1
Purple Summers didn’t stay in the end.
She couldn’t stay out all night without an explanation for Atra Blanc, and besides, Alexander Summers was too shameless. If she had to stay with him day and night, she always felt that he would take too much advantage of her.
So Purple left decisively and firmly.
When she was leaving, Alexander said, “Purple, I really wish you would get hurt for me just once.”
It was clearly a frivolous flirtation, but he managed to say it with some genuine sentiment, tinged with a sense of loss.
Purple cursed at him, “Pervert.”
“What can I do?” Alexander said with a smile, “I can’t change. Looks like I can only trouble Purple to be perverted along with me.”
Purple stormed home, fuming.
…Ultimately, she couldn’t actually leave him be, and the next day, she packed a few sets of Alexander’s clean clothes and went to see him again.
When Atra Blanc asked, she said her brother’s company was busy lately, and she was going over to help while also bringing some clean clothes to change into.
Yet whenever Purple arrived, Alexander’s recovery room would be empty. Drawing water, cleaning, feeding him, and giving him his medicine—she did it all by herself.
But Alexander was always up to no good.
She would often get so angry that she’d stomp her foot and scold him, “You’re not paralyzed! Why do I need to help you undress to use the toilet?!”
The two outside the door whispered, “The lady is so formidable…”
“Yeah, if it had been someone else, they wouldn’t know how many times they’ve died.”
“That’s different, for others to scold is insubordination, but when the lady scolds, it’s affection…”
“Right, affection, that’s exactly what it is!”
“What are you two up to?!” Mr. King suddenly appeared, staring at them seriously.
The two said with a smile, “We were just… heard some serious quarrelling inside, worried that something might happen, so we were just concerned…”
“Arguing again?” Zack Wallace was astonished and nervously leaned in to listen.
The two by the door whispered, “Master Xander once got shot, and without a doctor or medicine nearby, he dug out the bullet himself with a knife. He bandaged himself up and the next day acted as if nothing had happened, un time, being bedridden for several days…”
Zack Wallace gave them a sharp glare, “Nonsense! Now that there’s someone who cares, can it be the same as before? Can it?!”
The door suddenly swung open!
Purple, with a face full of anger, rushed out, coming face-to-face with Zack Wallace. She glanced at the bottles of medicine in his hand with residual fury and said hatefully, “You’ve deceived me, too!”
With that, she walked away without looking back.
Zack Wallace was completely confused.
What’s going on here…
Zack Wallace racked his brain but couldn’t figure out how he had possibly deceived Purple.
He walked into the room with the medicine, to find Alexander Summers standing by the bed, casually dressing.
“Master, what’s wrong with Ms. Summers?” Zack Wallace cautiously asked.
Alexander glanced at him and said, “If you are going to pretend, at least do it more carefully. She didn’t finish the medicine from yesterday, and you brought another pile, how could she not suspect?”
…But… but if we don’t do this, how can we show the extent of Alexander’s injuries?
“This, this… How about I go apologize to Ms. Summers? Admit my mistake?” Zack Wallace asked.
“Enough, don’t flatter yourself,” Alexander said.
Zack Wallace promptly said, “Master is right, why would Ms. Summers care about us irrelevant people? Only the Master can coax Ms. Summers back.”
His flattery hit the spot, Alexander’s lips slightly curled up, his mood was good.
He dressed and walked out, with Zack Wallace hurrying after him, “Master, where are you going? Do you need a car ready? How many people should I arrange?”
“Going home to recuperate,” Alexander said lazily, glancing at him, “I won’t be coming over these next few days, you continue to spread the news outside that I’m about to die.”