Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

Chapter 201: 201: Mad Dog

It was a luxurious European-style mansion, with strict security measures in place.

Purple’s mood was gloomy, and she had no interest in appreciating the beauty of the place.

The car entered through the tall and imposing walls, traveling along the trail lined with cypress trees for several minutes before finally arriving at the main entrance of the manor.

Alexander didn’t wait for Purple to step out of the car; he scooped her up with his long arms and strode into the mansion while carrying her.

He carried Purple up the stairs quickly.

Feeling disoriented in his arms, Purple didn’t have the chance to observe her surroundings. She only heard the door being kicked open rudely by Alexander, and in the next instant, she found herself being thrown onto a bed covered in velvet sheets.

Struggling to sit up, she grabbed a soft silk pillow at random and hurled it at the man standing before her!

Alexander blocked the pillow and with a stoic expression, he loosened his collar, leaned down, and forcefully kissed her.

It felt as if every organ in her body was burning.

Purple struggled until she was exhausted, her breathing chaotic.

She was no match for him.

Perhaps driven by her desperation, she stopped resisting and stopped begging for mercy. Her eyes stared blankly at the intricate and dazzling crystal chandelier above her head, the corners of her eyes turning red but no tears forming.

“Get it over with quickly,” Purple suddenly said calmly, her voice

bone-chillingly cold, “It’s best to do it all in one go. Whenever you’re tired of playing with me, please show me some mercy and not make my end too humiliating.”

Alexander wasn’t feeling good either.

He held Purple’s face, kissing her repeatedly. His burning eyes suppressed some emotion as he hoarsely said, “You’re still young, and I won’t hurt your body, but… I need to make it clear how you should be my woman.”

He wouldn’t allow Purple to attempt to sever their connection; he needed to establish a deeper bond between them, even if it meant they’d experience unforgettable pain.

At the last moment, Alexander let Purple go but asked her to use her hand to please him instead.

Purple trembled with rage, “I don’t want to! Go find May Francis, go to that woman outside!”

“There has never been another woman,” Alexander insisted, “Only you, it’s always been you… Purple…”

Throughout the entire process, Purple kept her eyes shut, refusing to look at him. Her anger was intense; by the end, she was almost numb, hoping that this was nothing more than an absurd nightmare.

But the touch and smell kept reminding her that this was all too real.

Alexander, that bastard!

Purple was furious and humiliated to the extreme.

Though she had only used her hand, she felt as if her entire body was dirty.

(Regardless of how many innuendoes I make, the system keeps catching them, leaving me feeling quite helpless…)

After it was over, Alexander gently kissed Purple’s forehead like he was soothing a child, carrying her to the bathroom and carefully cleaning her.

“Get out,” Purple mumbled, her head hung low, her voice soft and devoid of emotion, “I want to take a bath.”

Alexander remained silent for a moment, then asked curiously, “Purple, does this really bother you that much?”

Purple didn’t look at him, her tone sarcastic, “You think I’m willing to give up? Don’t flatter yourself. I’ll just think of it as being rubbed by a dog.”

She was calling him a dog.

Alexander’s face darkened.

After a moment, he laughed softly, not showing any anger. Instead, he embraced her from behind, “Mmm, I’m willing to be Purple’s dog.”

Purple couldn’t stand it any longer; she spun around and tried to hit him.

But Alexander was quicker, catching her hand and bringing it to his lips. He kissed each finger before leaving with a smile.

Mad dog!

Purple cursed him in her heart..