Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

Birthday gift…

She was too carried away with herself today and completely forgot about Alexander Summers’ birthday!

Panic only lasted a moment.

Purple Summers comforted herself: Alexander had been gone for such a long time; she didn’t even know when he would return, so why worry?

With that thought, she immediately composed herself and smiled at Atra Blanc, “Mm, I’ve already bought it. When my brother comes back, I’ll give it to him.”

Purple didn’t mention what the gift was, and Atra didn’t ask, assuming she wanted to keep it a surprise. Instead, Atra excitedly shared the gift she had prepared.

—It was a pair of men’s gloves.

The weather was getting cold, so the gloves were the perfect gift.

In addition to this, Atra had also prepared longevity noodles. These special noodles were carefully prepared, with just a single long noodle in each bowl, coiled upon itself. The unbroken noodle symbolized a smooth and peaceful life.

Since they didn’t know if Alexander would return today, the noodles and soup were kept separate at room temperature, so they wouldn’t clump together.

Purple initially thought that was all. However, when she returned to her room, she found Atra’s loving birthday card on her desk. It read: “Alexander, happy birthday! Mom made longevity noodles for you; remember to eat them!”

The signature read: “From your loving mom.”

There was even a smiling face drawn on it.

Purple:

Despite being a middle-aged woman, Atra’s actions sometimes seemed strangely like those of a romantic young girl…

With a mom so sweet and innocent and a son so cunning… Purple wondered if all Atra’s intelligence had been transferred to her child during pregnancy.

Purple silently complained in her heart.

After doing so, she felt a little guilty…

Atra had prepared gloves and noodles, yet she, as the sister, hadn’t prepared anything. Moreover, Alexander had just helped her not long ago.

Was she being… heartless?

Purple sat on the edge of the bed, feeling conflicted and agitated. After wrestling with her thoughts for a while, she reminded herself that Alexander might not even return, and so felt her guilt was unwarranted.

Deciding not to think about it anymore, she turned off the light and went to sleep.

Half-asleep, Purple faintly heard the soft sound of her door being opened.

Still drowsy, she thought she was dreaming. However, she was soon met with the scent of flowers.

In this rich, elegant, and lifelike floral fragrance, she slowly opened her eyes, only to see a tall figure standing at her bedside!

Purple was startled, sitting up immediately!

She nearly screamed!

Anyone who sees a figure by their bed in the middle of the night would be terrified.

“Can’t you turn on the light!” Purple, still recovering from her shock, clasped her chest, now recognizing who the figure was.

“Did I wake you up?” Alexander was also surprised, as it was usually difficult to wake Purple when she was asleep.

However, could this be a sign of progress in nourishing her soul?

Since she was awake, Alexander had no reservations, raising his hand to turn on the bedside lamp—warm orange shades enveloped the room, soft and hazy.

Alexander was holding a bouquet of white roses in his hand, each rose in full bloom, alluring, and elegant.

“Congratulations on winning the case.” He handed the roses to Purple, freeing his hand to pinch her cheek, smiling, “My Purple is really amazing.”

Still recovering from her shock, Purple held the bouquet, her heart still pounding.

Regaining her senses, she wondered how Alexander knew about her court hearing?… Wait, how could he not know? In fact, he knew about everything she did!

“It’s really nothing impressive; I just learned a lot from following Mr. Jefferson. Actually, I didn’t do much.” Purple turned her face away, not letting him continue pinching, “You’ll pinch my face bigger.”

“Oh, can faces be pinched bigger?” Alexander laughed mischievously, “Then let me help you pinch some other parts bigger.”