Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

The previously flat ground suddenly sank, and with a whoosh, a pit over a meter wide opened up!

Was this… a trap?

Purple Summers was shocked. She approached and peered inside, seeing that the pit was about two meters deep, with an animal trap placed inside, clamping firmly onto the stone Alexander Summers had just thrown.

If someone carelessly walked here, not only would they fall into the pit and get head over heels injured, but the animal trap could also break their legs!

Purple Summers felt a chill in her heart.

“Why did you bring me to see this?” Slight fear could be seen in Purple Summers’ eyes as she looked at him, “Are you really taking us out to relax? If we… if my mom and I didn’t know and wandered over here…” Wouldn’t that be tragically ironic?

Alexander Summers chuckled, reaching out to tousle her hair, “Would I let you come to such a place when I’m showing you around? You were worried about safety hazards on the island before, so I had someone set this up.”

With no bodyguard on the island, many such mechanisms and traps were set up, especially in places that were easy to access for invaders. Any external intruders would accidentally enter them and trigger the traps.

At the very least, Alexander could notify his subordinates; upon receiving a message, they could arrive to provide assistance within ten minutes.

Alexander Summers had made meticulous arrangements, yet Purple Summers felt heavy-hearted. The more elaborate the preparations, the more it signified the number of people wanting to kill Alexander Summers, making even a simple trip require such caution and vigilance.

“Do you have any plans for the future? Are you going to live like this forever?” Purple Summers couldn’t help but ask him.

Constantly on guard against being killed, wasn’t it exhausting?

Alexander Summers was somewhat pleased to hear this. If a woman showed concern for a man’s future, it was often because she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him, and he could not think of any other reason.

“Purple, are you worried about me?” Alexander Summers was delighted, holding Purple Summers’ face to kiss it repeatedly, “Don’t worry, for you, I must live to a ripe old age!”

Purple Summers:

That’s not what she meant to discuss…

On the way back, Alexander Summers kissed her several more times. Perhaps it was because they were unwatched on the island that he was so unrestrained, or perhaps it was because he sensed that Purple Summers’ attitude had relaxed, so he pushed further.

Purple Summers felt like she was walking into the lion’s den.

She tried to convince herself to think more of Alexander Summers’ virtues and to treat him as a regular love interest.

But when Alexander Summers pointed to a large boulder in the forest, proposing future romantic encounters there, Purple Summers couldn’t take it anymore.

Her face as red as the rosy clouds, she fled in a panic.

Wanting a proper romance… why was it so difficult?

By the time they returned to the camp, Atra Blanc had already prepared the ingredients. A white tablecloth was laid on the table with biscuits and black tea, as well as sliced fruit and grilled meat.

The aroma of the food attracted the island’s animals.

A squirrel hopped onto the table, eager to taste the fruit, with Tiny cheekily following behind, occasionally nibbling at its tail.

Atra Blanc was too busy to pay attention to them as she was feeding a sika deer with a carrot, surrounded by three or four rabbits waiting to be fed.

From a distance, the scene of humans and animals coexisting harmoniously was vivid and engaging.

Unfortunately, the scene did not last long, as the animals scattered in fright when the siblings came back with Cleo.

“Even the animals know to run from Alexander Summers!” Purple Summers consoled herself internally, “Fleeing isn’t cowardice on my part – it must be an instinct, right?”

When Alexander Summers returned, he took over the task of grilling meat from Atra Blanc.

The meat, which Atra Blanc had marinated early in the morning, was flavorful. Grilled over charcoal, the fat sizzled and the scent was tantalizing.

Once grilled, Alexander Summers cut the meat into small pieces and placed them onto the plates of Purple Summers and Atra Blanc.

Purple Summers ate piece by piece, her eyes brimming with joy, her youthful naivety showing through, and as her gaze danced, she exuded a lively charm.

Alexander Summers was bewitched by her, thinking: I have to be vigilant! This little creature is too alluring!