Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

His words were so heart-wrenching, but his tone was cold as ice, making Purple Summers shiver uncontrollably – she truly couldn’t summon an ounce of sympathy.

“Isn’t that right, Purple?” Alexander Summers suddenly turned to face her, his deep, icy eyes staring intently at her.

Purple’s mind was a mess.

She just couldn’t understand why Alexander had actually watched the last half of the movie and even commented on the plot!

Of course, such a romantic comedy had a happy ending for everyone.

– The prettiest girl on campus secretly had feelings for the loser too. After the loser’s continuous confession attempts failed, the plot took a turn when the girl confessed her feelings to the loser, and they ended up together happily.

How unrealistic! In this money-driven world, how could a goddess fall for a loser? Despite the director’s attempt to portray the hardworking and good-natured aspects of the underdog character, the absurdity of the ending could not be concealed.

It was merely a piece meant to elicit a laugh from the audience – no need to delve deeper into its meaning.

Alexander stood up and silently led Purple out of the screening room, hand in hand.

He walked slowly, but Purple stumbled along. She gripped his hand and begged, “Brother, brother…! want to go home. Tiny is tired and Cleo needs to be fed…”

Purple felt afraid.

She felt that this moment was like the calm before the storm, but she had no idea what awaited her!

Alexander’s pace slowed but he didn’t turn around. His tall figure looked somewhat melancholic and desolate under the dim lights.

“Purple, I’ve told you, don’t try to reject me or think that…you can leave me.”

His voice was gentle, yet it seemed to come from an evil spirit lurking in hell- filled with chilling malevolence.

Purple’s heart was filled with fear, and she was on the verge of breaking down.

“How could I not reject you?! You monitor my every move, control my freedom, and continue to force and humiliate me! I can’t take it anymore! Alexander, why can’t you be more normal?!”

Purple lashed out in despair, “Please have a little mercy and let me go! Don’t you already have women outside? Why do you have to hurt me? I don’t want to end up like May Francis, thrown out into the street, worthless!”

She had her pride and couldn’t let a man’s so-called affection wear away her dignity and will.

Upon hearing this, Alexander turned around, his eyes dark and terrifying. He stared at Purple and spoke coldly, “It seems Purple’s memory is not very good. But no matter, I’ll find a way to make you understand who exactly is my woman.”

Purple’s face turned deathly pale in an instant.

A chill ran down her spine.

Why did she have to say those things? Why did she have to provoke Alexander? He was a madman, and there was no reasoning with a madman. In the end, she would be the one to suffer!

She was done for!

This time, Alexander would not let her off!

“Don’t push me!” Purple’s voice suddenly became sharp, filled with intense fear, “Alexander, I am not your plaything! If you dare force me, I will kill you! I will definitely kill you!”

Alexander smiled, a wicked energy radiating from his grin.

Purple glared at him fiercely, “Don’t underestimate me. I can use a knife, a gun, or even poison. I will catch you off guard! And I will intentionally leak your whereabouts, to let those who want to assassinate you come and kill you! If you dare ruin me, I will kill you!”

“Very well,” he said, “if you kill me, you won’t live either. We’ll be buried together, our flesh and bones rotting as one. Even if we turn into ghosts, you won’t be able to get away from me!”

Purple’s lips trembled, and an image of two rotting, mutilated corpses intertwined flashed through her mind. Her scalp tingled. Why was Alexander being so twisted?!

Suddenly feeling heartbroken, tears welled up in her eyes.

This madman!

Madman!