Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

“Renting a house that others have lived in, sleeping on a bed that others have lain in?” Alexander very much disliked the idea, and his tone was arrogant, “My things must be entirely mine. Anything that others have touched, I cannot want.”

Atra Blanc gently slapped him, scolding, “Wasting money! Your career has just started…”

Alexander then explained to Atra Blanc about the investment potential and appreciation prospects of the island, comparing it to the interest rates in the bank, and discussed the economic outlook of Pearlpoint City.

Atra Blanc didn’t understand these things. Her son could easily wrap her around his finger with just a few words, making it seem like not buying the little island meant missing out.

But deep inside, Purple Summers felt strangely uneasy…

Was she too sensitive? She always felt like what Alexander had just said was particularly heart-wrenching… Even the place he lived had to be absolutely brand new, so wouldn’t his expectations for his woman be even more stringent? But… she had married Nathaniel Summers.

She once had been the third young lady of the Summers Family, a fact that couldn’t be erased.

Did Alexander really not mind?

Purple Summers realized that between her and Alexander, there seemed to be an emerging complication… like a submerged reef in the sea, invisible during calm waters, but at the onset of a storm, it could whip up massive waves, and bring with it dangerous whirlpools.

Because of an offhand remark from Alexander, a shadow of worry tinged Purple Summers’ previously joyful mood, and her smile was cast with a faint gloom.

Alexander thought she was just tired and didn’t think much of it.

Having traveled by plane, car, and boat all in one day, jostled all along the way, when Purple Summers arrived at the villa on the island and touched the firm, soft bed, she almost immediately fell asleep.

The first night on the island sped by just like that.

The next morning, Alexander woke her up, but Purple Summers covered her head with a pillow, refusing to get up.

“Time to get up. Today we’re going camping,” said Alexander excitedly. “There’s a large forest behind the house. We’ll take a tent and a grill, and have lunch in the woods at noon.”

Hearing this made Purple Summers feel tired. Although the island was called small, it was only deemed so in comparison to the mainland. To actually play on the island, climbing over mountains and wading through waters was not easy. Purple Summers would rather sit at the doorstep and bask in the sun.

“I’m not going.” She lay on the bed, hugging the pillow, and no matter how Alexander coaxed, she refused to get up.

“We just arrived yesterday, can’t you let me rest a bit today!” Purple Summers thought Alexander had too much energy, physically as well as mentally.

“You won’t be tired, I’ll drive you guys there. Cleo and Tiny are both going,” Alexander persuaded and cajoled her, adamant about getting her out of bed.

When Purple Summers heard that Cleo was going, she became somewhat interested.

Cleo, unlike Tiny who played outside every day, was afraid of the cold and spent the whole winter indoors, hardly ever stepping outside. Comfortable as it was, it was also extremely dull. Animals and humans alike, after being cooped up for too long, need to go out for a stroll; otherwise, they’d feel stifled.

The climate on the island was pleasant, warm, and moist, very suitable to take Cleo out for some fun.

Thinking this way, Purple Summers felt that she wasn’t being a good owner. How could she just think about sleeping in? She should take her pets out for some fresh air!

She changed into a light sport outfit and went outside.

Meanwhile, Atra Blanc was also ready with preparations. Not only had she baked a basket of fragrant cookies, but she had also brewed a big pot of black tea.

Purple Summers suddenly realized she was the laziest one.

Blushing, she helped Atra Blanc carry the prepared food items onto the car, one by one, and to her surprise, she found two shotguns lying in the trunk.

Purple Summers was astonished, “Why did you bring guns?”

Atra Blanc replied, “Your brother said he wanted to go hunting.”

Purple Summers was even more surprised; hunting on the island? Was this a joke?