Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

Alexander Summers occupied the bed, and Purple Summers didn’t want to share it with him, so she decided to go back to her own room to sleep.

As she picked up her jacket and was about to go around the bed, Alexander woke up.

“Is it finished?” He didn’t notice her intention to leave. Upon waking, the first thing he saw was the birthday gift on his wrist, and a faint smile appeared on his thin lips.

Purple felt slightly awkward and said weakly, “Happy birthday.”

“Mm, thank you.” Alexander smiled, sat up a bit, and grabbed Purple’s hand, pulling her to his side.

Her hand was small, soft, and warm, with delicate, translucent fingers.

Whenever Alexander thought of her using these hands to weave a bracelet for him, he felt a ripple of emotion in his heart.

“Thankyou, Purple.”

He held both of her hands, placed them to his lips, and kissed each fingertip earnestly and affectionately.

Purple felt her heart start racing again.

She felt uncomfortable, turned her head away, not wanting to watch him kissing her fingertips, and her face was as hot as if it were on fire.

Purple thought: My face must be red…

Alexander had kissed her countless times, which only made her feel disgusted. Yet, when he kissed her fingers, she blushed.

“Don’t say it was hard, it was you who forced me,” she complained uncomfortably. “You kept me up all night…”

Alexander chuckled and scooped her up, tucking her into the covers. “I’ll let you sleep now.” He hugged her and lay down together.

Purple reflexively struggled, twisted a couple of times, and then felt like she was being too melodramatic.

She had slept with him so many times already; would missing one more night really preserve her innocence?

In the end, Purple felt justified in lying in Alexander’s arms and dozed off…

When she woke up in the morning, Alexander was gone.

Purple yawned groggily, wondering if it had all been a dream. Lifting her eyes, she saw the rose petals scattered on the bed…

It wasn’t a dream.

The already cold blanket made her feel a faint sense of loss, and her emotions always came inexplicably.

She got up to wash, and there was a knocking on the window – it was Tiny pecking at the glass.

These days, the little bird always seemed to be outside, occasionally returning to visit, maybe because they kept the air conditioner on inside. Even though the warm air was comforting, it was a bit stuffy, and birds probably didn’t feel comfortable.

Purple opened the window, and Tiny flew in, carrying a new treasure—a pull-tab from a can.

She couldn’t break the bird’s habit of picking up trash, so she didn’t bother trying to change it.

The crow hopped into the house, with the pull-tab in its beak, clattering across the room and heading downstairs, probably to find Cleo.

“Tiny, don’t keep throwing things in other people’s nests. It’s hard to clean up!” Purple called out helplessly.

But her bird remained stubborn, and she gave up trying to control it.

At that moment, her phone rang.

Purple answered it casually; it was a call from Aria Jackson.

“Have you seen the news?” Aria asked right away. Just by hearing the excited tone of her voice over the phone, Purple could imagine how happy she must be.

Purple laughed, “I just got up and haven’t had a chance to look. How is it? Exciting?”

“You have to see the video of the interview with Mayor Carlson! Hahaha, it almost killed me laughing!” Aria laughed heartily, “Jade Carlson’s dad is really one of a kind!”

Purple’s lips curled in amusement as she listened to the call, and while doing so, she opened the most popular news website.

As expected, the headline news featured bold text and eye-catching images. As soon as she clicked on it, she could see the rapidly increasing netizen comments below.

Sure enough, Jade was heavily criticized, even being called the biggest disaster in the history of the Prosecutor’s Office!