Chapter 728: Chapter 728 Nothing Happened_1
Alexander Summers’s skin was warm, his breath fresh and cool, and his low, resonant voice carried a slight huskiness. Every part of him made Purple Summers feel secure.
She wrapped her arms around Alexander’s forearm, her face softly pressed against him, filled with attachment.
Alexander thoroughly enjoyed it!
There was nothing more satisfying than having the woman he liked being affectionate to him.
She couldn’t do without him! — This realization made Alexander’s heart swell with happiness, which surged like a tide, flowing endlessly, submerging his mind, abandoning all reason as he bent down to kiss her, unwilling to part.
…(Harmonizing harmonizing harmonizing I’m going crazy from editing I really don’t want to do this anymore someone please save me harmonizing harmonizing)…
Alexander couldn’t take it, he disentangled himself and went to take a shower.
When he returned, he found Purple Summers already sitting up, leaning against the headboard as if she was specifically waiting for him.
Alexander liked her half-asleep, half-awake appearance, a bit muddled and adorably cute, with a touch of lazy charm.
Alexander lay down on the bed and, raising his hand, he pulled her into his arms and said with a smile, “What’s up? You’re being so good?”
Purple nestled against his chest, shook her head, wanting to say it was nothing, yet she hesitated.
“Nathaniel is back,” she said softly.
Not only had he returned, but he also came back full of malice, spewing slanders about Alexander and trying to break her and Alexander apart!
Those words, Purple did not intend to tell Alexander.
She believed that as long as she was firm enough and didn’t jump to conclusions rashly, Nathaniel’s petty tricks would have no opportunity to work.
Besides, now that Damian Howard had awakened, Alexander had many things to consider, and she didn’t want it to affect his mood.
“Did he harass you?” Alexander asked with a sense of alertness.
Purple thought carefully.
Harassment? … It didn’t seem like it.
Apart from sending a bunch of lily of the valley, Nathaniel hadn’t actually sought her out on his own initiative; they first met when Dylan called her into the living room and the second time she had gone to the garden on her own.
This time Nathaniel came back, he was eerily quiet. Like a dark snake lurking in the shadows about to strike its prey with a deadly blow!
A chill of dread crept into Purple’s heart.
“He hasn’t harassed me, but I always feel there’s something off about him…” she whispered to Alexander, “Today, I got scared when I saw Tiny with him.”
“Tiny?” Alexander slightly raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.
Purple said, “I opened the window and saw him in the garden, feeding corn to Tiny.”
“Ungrateful scoundrel,” Alexander cursed Tiny, “turning coat over a bit of food.”
Purple felt that he was wrong; crows weren’t dogs, they were highly vigilant and wouldn’t pay attention unless someone familiar was feeding them.
“Alright, stop thinking about it.” Alexander kissed her forehead tenderly and comforted her, “Sleep now, I’ll take you out tomorrow.”
It was already three in the morning and Purple was very tired, plus lying in Alexander’s embrace was so comfortable, she quickly fell asleep with a sense of peace.
Alexander, holding her, also closed his eyes.
Both having gone to bed so late, they didn’t wake up until seven or eight the next morning, when hurried footsteps approached along the corridor—
Atra Blanc was banging on Alexander’s room door fiercely: “Alexander! Are you in there? Have you seen your sister? She’s not in her room; I’ve looked everywhere!”
The door wasn’t locked, Atra suspected her son had stayed out all night again. She opened the door, only to find two people on the bed, groggily sitting up.
Atra was shocked at the sight of them.
“Are you even human?!” she cried, her face turning deathly pale, her body swaying, on the verge of fainting.
Purple was instantly jolted awake and hurriedly sat up, saying, “Mom! Nothing happened! We didn’t do anything!”