Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

The photoshoot continued until one o’clock in the morning.

The last set of photos featured the pair in their pajamas.

The lighting in the bedroom was dim and warm.

Purple Summers was straddling Alexander Summers, her thick black hair falling loosely around her shoulders. Her rose-purple silk pajamas set off her skin, pale as jade. A slight smile lingered on her lips, red and tender. She exuded an icy elegance, accentuated by the warm indoor lighting, making her appear captivatingly warm and enticing.

Alexander was entranced by her, he kept fixating his gaze on her.

Even when the photographer said “OK”, Alexander couldn’t snap out of his daze.

Purple felt awkward under his intense gaze, and her face flushed. She tried to stand up and turn away, but he tightly held her waist, making her immobile.

Zack Wallace, ever observant, immediately dismissed the production crew out of the room.

… (Let’s keep it suitable for all, dear readers, please fill in the blanks with your imaginations…)

Before he could have her, he was often confused, questioning whether a woman’s love was worth the pursuit.

Now having her, Alexander was grateful for his decision.

It was all worth it.

The sweetheart in his arms was unexpectedly docile tonight, soft and fragrant, without showing any struggle.

Alexander noticed something was wrong. He sat up and looked at Purple, then couldn’t help but laugh.

Purple had fallen asleep.

After hours of photoshoots, she was exhausted and extremely sleepy.

Alexander got up and went to the bathroom to fill a basin with warm water. He used a warm, wet towel to wipe away the light foundation on her face, then cuddled up with her to sleep.

By five in the morning, the photos had already been developed and framed. Zack personally delivered them to the villa.

The electronic version of the photos was also sent to Alexander’s private email.

“Sleepyhead, time to get up,” Alexander kissed Purple, nudging her awake.

Purple let out a sleepy moan and rolled over to continue sleeping.

Alexander pinched her cheeks, cooing, “Be good, we have to leave early, it’s a long drive to the school. You can sleep more in the car.”

“Alexander, stop bothering…” Purple mumbled into her pillow, her voice garbled as she tried to bury deeper into the covers.

Alexander waited by the side of the bed for a while. Seeing that Purple still didn’t wake up, he reached into the covers to help her get changed.

His hands were sneaky and Purple woke up startled, she sat up and retorted, “I can dress myself!”

Then came getting up, washing up, and having breakfast.

They were pressed for time, so they ended up eating breakfast in the car.

Alexander scrolled through the photos on Purple’s phone, saving those they took the night before into her device.

Purple took back her phone and flipped through the photos curiously.

The images depicted a pair who seemed to have known each other since high school, spending time on campus, becoming childhood sweethearts, and walking towards a life together.

Alexander’s team was indeed impressive. There was no evidence of photoshopping in the images. There was an authentic feel to the photos, a mix of young sweet love and post-marriage sweetness. Each image exuded deep affection.

Purple remembered just trying her best to pose and express herself according to the production crew’s instructions. She didn’t expect the finished photo to be so natural, so… real.

So real that it gave her a creepy feeling.

It was as if she and Alexander had known each other all their lives, studied together, graduated together, started a family…

Purple felt a chill run down her spine and couldn’t help but ask him, “What are these photos for?”

Alexander smiled and replied, “I’ll be away for quite a while, I’ll use these photos to ease my longing.”

“…” Purple shivered, her body covered in goosebumps.