Chapter 771: Chapter 771 Overwhelming Reason_1
Men often have a fixed mindset, believing that possessing a woman’s body is equivalent to possessing her entire being.
This line of thinking is somewhat nonsensical and even laughable, but across the long history of human evolution, there is evidence to support it.
Regardless of how progressive the times become, people with this mindset still exist—perhaps it’s a primitive biological consciousness.
Alexander Summers carried Purple Summers back to the room, pressing her down onto the bed.
——He wanted her to become his woman.
This thought grew wildly in Alexander’s mind like seaweed, overwhelming all his rationality.
In the past, he had concerns about her age, her health, her mood, and all the things that needed to be considered. But now he could no longer wait; he hated that he couldn’t chain her from head to toe! Forever bind her to himself!
His breathing was rapid, on the verge of exploding.
When he regained his senses, he saw tears in her eyes, but she bit her lip and did not let herself cry out.
Purple Summers’ gaze was complex, caught between resistance and acceptance, between grievance and willingness. She suffered silently, chastising herself in her heart, tortured.
Her tears, like a bucket of ice water, were poured over Alexander, washing away all his desire in an instant—
Alexander took a deep breath and moved away from Purple, pulling the blanket beside them to cover her.
“Sleep,” he said, gently touching her head, his voice devoid of emotion.
Purple turned on her side, tears sliding from the corners of her eyes into her temples.
The room was silent, neither of them speaking.
Purple lay on his chest, silently counting his heartbeats. After a while, they were still rapid and intense.
She knew well that she deeply loved this man, but under these circumstances, she really was not mentally prepared.
…And she couldn’t bear to see Alexander in such a tortured state.
A man in love, regardless of his actual age, will always show the sensitivity and fragility of a child.
“Or… should I use my hand?” Purple asked him hesitantly, her voice weak.
Alexander did not respond.
Purple’s voice grew even weaker, murmuring, “Or… something else… could work…”
Alexander’s heartbeat quickened a bit.
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That night, it took Purple helping him twice for it to be enough.
Afterwards, they both calmed down considerably.
Alexander was no longer so irritable and anxious, and Purple’s suppressed emotions seemed to have eased somewhat. She hugged Alexander’s arm and finally fell into a peaceful sleep.
In the dream, she was back to the past, she was the vibrant Suzanne Saunders again, having just finished a case. After the celebration, she bought some fruit and nutrition products and then hurried to the nursing home.
Many people think it’s unfilial to send the elderly to a nursing home, but that’s a misunderstanding. A good nursing home not only has medical facilities and a health examination center, but also a gym, a pool, and a recreation room. Elders living there can enjoy the best services while having peers to play cards and chat with, a life that is definitely more comfortable than staying alone at home.
Of course, this enjoyment comes at a price, and Suzanne’s salary went largely towards the nursing home expenses every month.
She had no choice; her job was too demanding, and leaving her grandmother alone at home, Suzanne couldn’t be at ease.
She arrived at the door carrying fruits and nutrition products, heard a man’s gentle and steady voice inside, and her heart skipped a beat. She pushed open the door to look—