Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Alexander Summers’s sleeping face, his thick dark eyebrows, handsome nose, and lightly pursed lips. He was very handsome, almost perfect…

No, actually, not that perfect.

There was a light scar on his face. Although it wasn’t ferocious or ugly, looking at it was like seeing a fine crack on a piece of exquisite jade—inspiring pity and a touch of heartache.

Purple leaned in and gently kissed the scar.

Poor thing…

She thought to herself, and kissed it a few more times.

As she got up to get dressed and out of bed, her hand was caught by Alexander under the covers.

“Kiss me again,” he said, with his eyes still closed.

Purple chuckled, indulging his request, and kissed him a little louder this time.

She thought: Is Alexander being whiny?

Alexander’s lips curved slightly, and he hugged Purple, kissing her back, making a sound like she did, and said, “Tit for tat.”

“You’re too polite,” Purple giggled as she crawled out of his embrace.

Alexander knew Purple had to get up early for school and didn’t fuss, so as not to make her late.

She changed her clothes and packed her bag in the room, going back and forth—now brushing her teeth, now combing her hair. Alexander lay quietly in bed watching her, his eyes as dark as ink filled with contentment.

“My arm is so sore,” Purple said while tying her hair into a ponytail, talking to Alexander, “Everyone says you get a headache after a hangover, but I don’t feel a headache, I just feel my arm is sore, without strength.”

Alexander smiled, saying nothing.

Purple glanced at him sideways: “Also… when I was changing earlier, I found quite a few marks on my body. Tell me, did you take advantage of the alcohol last night to bully an ignorant girl?”

She seriously suspected Alexander of being a rogue again.

Alexander said with a smile, “Future prosecutor, everything should be based on evidence, you can’t just make things up out of nothing.”

Purple rolled her eyes.

With him being such a rogue as naturally as eating, did an accusation even need evidence?

“How about it, do you want to see the evidence?” Alexander suddenly asked her, a teasing smile on the corner of his mouth, “Everything that happened last night should have been caught on camera in this room, shall we watch it together?”

Purple’s face turned red instantly, and she pointed at him indignantly: “No more surveillance after we move to the new house!”

After finishing her statement, she picked up her bag and stomped down the stairs.

She thought: For him to have done that sort of thing and then invite her to watch, Alexander is shameless!

Stinking shameless!

…

Today she came down a bit late, Atra Blanc had already finished breakfast and was looking at something akin to promotional flyers in the living room.

Purple quickly ate her breakfast, changed her shoes, and headed out, “Mom, I’m off to school.”

“Go ahead, take your time on the road,” Atra Blanc said.

As she was leaving, Purple saw a stack of promotional flyers on the shoe cabinet in the entryway—advertisements for various real estate properties. It seemed Atra Blanc had started house-hunting already.

Very good, very good, moving out soon meant no longer having to see that scumbag and his wench.

Most importantly, she always felt that Jade Carlson was up to something. It was better to keep a distance, to avoid getting tainted by association.

After arriving at school, Purple greeted Zara Jameson and Jane McCain cheerfully.

“Everyone was so drunk yesterday, I thought you might come in late today,” Purple said with a smile.

Zara Jameson stared at her seriously.

Jane McCain also stared at her seriously.

Purple was confused, “What’s wrong with you two?”

Purple, you’re not being honest,” Zara accused her, “You’ve got a boyfriend and you didn’t even tell us.”

“Exactly,” Jane chimed in.

Purple waved her hands dismissively: “Where did you hear such rumors? How could I possibly have a boyfriend? No way… Our task right now is to study. I love studying.”