Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

Purple Summers blamed Alexander Summers for everything.

She felt that such a mistake that could have been avoided should not have happened to her!

In a moment of panic, Purple quickly regained her composure and explained, “The school uniform is in my bag, and this… I’m wearing for club activities.” “Oh.” Atra Blanc didn’t ask any more questions, saying, “Go wash your hands and come eat. In the meantime, call your brother down, he’s been sleeping since he got back, saying he’s got jet lag. He’s been asleep for so long, he should get up soon, otherwise he’ll have trouble sleeping tonight.”

Jet lag?

He returned to Clearwater City two days ago!

What a performance! To hell with being a family head, he should just be a movie star.

With a belly full of complaints, Purple went up the stairs.

When she returned to her room, she found Alexander lying in her bed.

Purple:

How shameless…

Alexander was asleep, so Purple decided to ignore him. She dropped her bag and went to the bathroom –

She took off her black jacket, washed off the overly mature makeup on her face, let her hair loose, and felt much relaxed.

Just as she was about to go back to her room, she noticed a few ribbons scattered on the bathroom’s rubbish bin. Pushing them aside, she saw a torn- open gift box.

It looked familiar, but she couldn’t remember where she had seen it. As she opened the bathroom door to leave, she suddenly remembered – wasn’t that the gift Lester Williams brought?

When Lester Williams and Marcel Jefferson visited her home, they brought a gift on behalf of Young Master Graves. The gift had been placed on her table immediately and not even opened!

Now, who had opened her gift and thrown it into the trash?!

Purple gritted her teeth, feeling a surge of anger rising within her.

The trash can’s outer bag was replaced daily, so it was clean. Holding back her anger, Purple took out the gift box and sifted through it – it was empty.

She threw the gift box back into the trash can and returned to her room with a gloomy face.

The moment she opened the door, she saw Alexander leaning against the bedhead. His hands held a stack of items that he was gazing at. To the side was her bag.

“Alexander Summers!”

Unable to bear any more, Purple charged forward in a few steps and seized the case files from Alexander!

“Can you stop doing this disgusting thing?” Purple scorned coldly. “Stop touching my stuff!” ”

Alexander pacified: “Just woke up, looking at something casual to refresh myself.”

Then he yawned as if he really hadn’t adjusted to the time zone.

Purple took a deep breath. With Atra Blanc downstairs, she didn’t want to start an argument with Alexander in front of her mother.

“Where’s my stuff?” she asked.

“What stuff?” Alexander was looking at her, wearing a teasing smirk.

“The gift that someone gave me!” Purple kept her voice low, gritting her teeth. “You can’t be so unreasonable and dispose of the gifts people give me!”

The light in Alexander’s eyes cooled slightly. “Who gave you the gift? Didn’t you say you hate necklaces? I helped you throw it away.”

…Throw it away?

That was her stuff. What right did Alexander have to throw it?!

She hadn’t even opened the gift box! She hadn’t known that it contained a necklace, she had never seen the necklace, and now it had been thrown away by Alexander!

“Alexander Summers, are you sick?” Purple was infuriated to the limit, her anger leaving her speechless. “You should go to the hospital, and visit a psychiatrist.”

She sincerely believed that Alexander was sick, and not mildly so.

His exasperating possessiveness and unreasonable logic were making Purple collapse!

Alexander smiled, pulling Purple into his arms, touching her cheeks: “I saw you handling Gerald Graves’ case. Are you in trouble?”