Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

Atra Blanc looked like she knew something, so why wouldn’t she speak up?

If she didn’t want to talk, Purple couldn’t force her.

Never mind, after all, she wasn’t interested in her own background.

According to Jade Carlson, her birth mother had already died, and as for her father, who had ignored her for so many years, he must be a scumbag, not worth acknowledging as family.

Purple quickly put this matter out of her mind, but Atra remained anxious, worrying that Purple might ask again. She didn’t let Purple help in the kitchen anymore, telling her to go watch TV in the living room.

Helpless, Purple turned around and left.

She switched through several TV channels out of sheer boredom, aimless.

Unexpectedly, she saw Nathaniel Summers’ face appear on the financial channel’s news.

Nathaniel, young and handsome, stood out from the other corpulent presidents, extra charming and particularly favored by the journalists.

He might not be the most successful entrepreneur, but he was definitely the most popular with the public. It was an era that valued good looks; even a pig butcher, if handsome enough, would be featured in the news as “The Handsomest Pork Butcher.”

Speaking of which, Nathaniel hadn’t come to look for her recently. Had he seen the light and decided to let go?

As Purple watched, she couldn’t help but feel emotional: under the same roof, Nathaniel was only half a year older than Alexander, but their lives were completely different.

Nathaniel was the golden boy, having received the best education from childhood and enjoyed the family’s best connections, with Mrs. Summers’ meticulous care for him.

Then there was Alexander, tsk tsk, such a pitiable sight—being mocked for taking an extra bite at the dinner table, and with Atra’s temperament, it was unlikely she would fight for resources for her son…

As she was lost in thought, a dark male voice echoed eerily, “Haven’t you had your fill of it at home? You even have to turn on the TV to watch.”

Purple responded without thinking, “I just feel like you tend to look fatter on camera…”

Suddenly, a jolt went through her heart.

In the next moment, Purple sprang up from the couch, turned around, and saw Alexander standing behind it, startling her enough to scream, “Don’t you make any noise when you walk?! You scared me to death!”

Alexander replied sarcastically, “If I made noise walking, wouldn’t that disturb you from admiring him?”

“You’re crazy,” Purple huffed, tossing away the pillow she was holding and turning to go upstairs.

Alexander grabbed her wrist and asked, “Where are you going?”

Purple responded irritably, “To find a quiet place to properly admire him!”

“Angry again?” Alexander held onto her wrist without letting go.

Purple gave him an eye roll, “All thanks to you!”

Alexander: “…”

It seemed she was indeed right.

After a moment’s thought, he wrapped his arm around Purple and led her upstairs.

Purple twisted her body and asked, “What are you doing?”

Alexander boasted shamelessly, “Giving you a chance to properly admire me.”

Purple thought to herself, Can I refuse?

Once they reached upstairs, entered the room, and closed the door… naturally, another entanglement ensued.

Dinner time was approaching soon. Alexander didn’t go too far, just caressed her delicate waist and left kiss after kiss on her flawless skin, lingering with desire and deep affection.

Purple snuggled into his arms, her eyes half-closed, her cheeks soft and blushing, shy and endearing.

Alexander found her adorable and kissed her lips again, his fingers playing with her thick long black hair, hopelessly enchanted.

For some reason, the thought suddenly crossed his mind of how, if Purple hadn’t been quick-witted that day, carrying a gun, she would probably have been ruined beyond recognition by those rogues by now.

It was infuriating!

He began to regret a little that Bella Foster had died too easily; she should have been sent to the torture chamber to experience every single torture device!

“Ow, that hurts… what are you doing?” Purple’s coquettish murmurs broke the silence.

Alexander’s subconscious anger made his fingers clench into a fist, pulling at Purple’s hair.

He immediately let go and soothed her scalp with a gentle rub, whispering, “Purple, I have something to tell you.”