Chapter 471: The Gentleman’s Good Match_1
Even Purple Summers, composed as she was, couldn’t help but blush in the face of Alexander Summers’ brazen flirting.
If Gavin Graves hadn’t been there, she would have loved nothing more than to stomp fiercely on Alexander’s foot!
The man was insufferable!
“No need,” Purple Summers maintained her appropriate smile, “My driver is waiting outside for me, no trouble for the two of you.”
“What a pity,” Alexander chuckled mischievously, “Ms. Summers, until next time.”
Purple Summers smiled, her teeth almost clenched, “…Until next time.”
After Purple Summers left, Alexander soon found an excuse to leave as well.
Gavin Graves sat alone at the dining table, his whole being enveloped by layers of gloom, growing darker.
After sitting for a while, Lester Williams approached and whispered, “Ms. Summers’ driver seems to be little Mr. King, the steward.”
Gavin Graves stayed silent, not uttering a word.
Lester continued, “Ms. Summers and Master Xander appear to know each other.”
To say they knew each other was an understatement; to be more precise, the relationship between these two was far from ordinary.
Mr. King, a significant figure in the Howard Family, deigning to be a driver for a female student? Who would believe such a tale if told?
It was clear then that not only was Purple deeply favored by Roy Howard, but she also held considerable weight in his heart; otherwise, there was no need to treat a woman with such reverence.
Gavin Graves sat in silence for a long moment, absentmindedly lighting a cigarette and taking a slow drag.
Surrounded by a faint haze of smoke, his expression showed hints of irritation.
Observing Gavin’s demeanor, Lester said slowly, “Ms. Summers is born beautiful and has a rare intelligence…, a graceful lady is a gentleman’s good match. It’s not surprising she attracts some suitors, you really shouldn’t take it to heart.”
“Didn’t you see?” Gavin took another drag from his cigarette, speaking softly, “Roy Howard came today specifically to show off to me.”
“Pursuing women isn’t like fighting over territory,” Lester chuckled, “In the end, it’s Ms. Summers’ heart that matters.”
A hint of amusement appeared in Gavin’s eyes as he looked at Lester, asking, “Do you really hope I pursue Ms. Summers?”
Lester responded frankly, “Young master, women care about their destiny, whether to remain hidden as Roy Howard’s affair partner or to be the respectable young lady of the Graves Family. Ms. Summers is a smart woman; she should know how to choose.”
“…Perhaps, she has already made her choice,” Gavin’s gaze fell on the spot where Purple had sat, recalling the way she flicked back her long hair and smiled with pursed lips.
The pink diamond earrings sat on her round, delicate earlobes, accentuating her fair, bright face, serene and charming.
His taste wasn’t wrong; those pink diamonds really suited her.
…that the giver was not him.
It seemed unbelievable that the rare woman who made his heart stir had already been claimed by someone else, and that someone was no less formidable.
Gavin’s mouth curved into a light smile, unsure whether to be proud of his unique discernment or to have a headache over the tough competition.
Roy Howard was a lone wolf who had fought his way into the Howard Family, both cunning and ruthless.
Roy and Damian Howard had fought amongst many heirs to secure their current positions within the Howard family. Originally, Roy was supposed to support Damian for the family head role, but after Damian’s accident, Roy refused to let go and seized the position with a thunderous force, maintaining it until today with constant vigilance, revealing his true nature.
Such a man, Gavin did not fear, but he surely did not wish to provoke.
However, the thought of Purple’s radiant, smiling eyes once again sent ripples through his mind, endlessly lingering…
Purple Summers sat in the car with a stern face, the vehicle moving smoothly forward, but at an intersection upfront, it suddenly turned, and then stopped.
The rear car door was flung open.
Purple Summers’s gaze remained calm, not even glancing over.
Alexander Summers slid into the car, scooped up Purple Summers, and immediately a kiss fell—