Chapter 89: Doting Love
Translator: 549690339
Purple Summers followed Alexander Summers nervously to the hotel room.
Along the way, they did not encounter a single soul, only Alexander and his attendants were present.
Even though she breathed a sigh of relief, her conviction grew stronger: Alexander was a person she could not afford to mess with.
However, being rational was one thing, getting furious and furious was another.
During the bath, Alexander leaned on the bathroom door with his tall physique, showing no intention of leaving.
Purple scolded him angrily, “Pervert! Out!”
“The tub is quite slippery, I fear you might fall.” he responded, a glimmer of amusement twinkled in his eyes.
Purple retaliated by directly drenching him with the shower head.
He left the bathroom, still laughing.
The frosted glass door of the bathroom was forcefully shut by Purple, making a loud ‘bang’.
Alexandar could hear her cursing inside: “Freak!”
Purple had sworn at him many times, but he took each of them as playful banter… a form of… flirtation.
Alexander savored it all the same.
After Purple finished her bath, she came out draped in a creamy silk bathrobe. The robe was slightly large, and beneath it, her curves peeked vaguely. It made Alexander’s eyes glaze over…
In fact, his demeanour was quite similar to the foolish charm that Zack Wallace always spoke of, but his handsome features were so striking that even when he showed fascination, he seemed deeply focused and strikingly handsome.
Purple ignored him, sat at the edge of the bed with a dry towel, and proceeded to dry her hair.
Her skin gleamed as it glistened with moisture, radiant and immaculately smooth, with an alluring pink tint. Set against her damp black hair, she looked like a stunning ink and wash painting.
Unable to resist, Alexander pressed her down onto the bed and kissed her passionately.
Purple struggled in vain and could only cry out loudly, “You broke your word! You claimed you wouldn’t touch me!”
“I did not touch you.” Alexander replied sounding rather wronged.
Presumably, his understanding of “touch”, slightly differed from Purple’s…
Zack Wallace stood outside the room trembling as the girl inside took turns scolding and crying out in desperation.
He wondered if he would need to dispose of a body when he entered later.
She was the first one who dared to scold Master Xander… and also the first one who dared to slap him.
Zack hadn’t missed the crisply resonating slap in the car.
He had initially thought that Alexander would gun her down right there! However, soon after, he heard Alexander chuckling in the back.
Was it that Master Xander stayed away from women because he preferred the feisty kind?
The quirks of Master Xander never ceased to surprise, truly thrilling.
The door suddenly opened, startling Zack. He quickly offered up the clothes he was holding, “Master, your clothes!”
Alexander instructed, “Bring a pair of nail clippers and some anti-inflammatory topical medicine.”
“…Nail clippers?” Zack was confused. What on earth was going on?
“She broke a nail and it’s bleeding.” Alexander looked a bit annoyed and then simply said, “Never mind, just bring the entire first aid box.”
“Master, your face…” Zack cautiously reminded him.
The slap mark on Alexander’s face had left a shallow scratch, reminiscent of a cat’s swipe.
Maybe they should tend to his prestigious face before worrying about the broken nail?
“Hurry up.” With these two words, Alexander closed the door again.
After being in stunned silence for a few seconds, he heard more cursing coming from the room – –
“I want to change clothes, you get out!”
“I’ll help you change.”
“Shameless! …Don’t touch me!”
Zack’s heart skipped a beat once more.
This woman, she was something else…