Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

It was also since that day that Alexander Summers began to pay attention to the “Ice Queen” in the school.

At first, he thought she was haughty and aloof, but after secretly observing her, he had some unexpected discoveries.

When the girls purposely picked on Suzanne Saunders, confusion actually flashed through her eyes. She was bewildered, as if she couldn’t understand the other’s behavior at all, nor could she grasp the implicit insults in their words.

In the end, the girls found it boring and left sullenly.

Alexander, hiding in the shadows, almost burst out laughing.

He had found a treasure!

She looked like a proud and elegant fox, but in reality, she was a silly little pig!

…After that, he kept an eye on her.

Hidden where she couldn’t see, he spied on her life, knowing every single thing that happened to her.

His mindset, from the initial curiosity, slowly turned into an obsession, turned into a desire to possess.

Back then, he didn’t understand what love was, he just found Suzanne Saunders fascinating, and if he had to have a woman to accompany him to the end of his life, he hoped that she would at least be as interesting as Suzanne Saunders.

As for how this sick and twisted emotion gradually permeated into his bones, becoming a deep affection that could only be satisfied by her, even Alexander Summers himself didn’t know.

It was probably because he had spied on her for so long that she naturally became a part of his life; to part with her would be a pain as sharp as flesh being torn apart!

No one is born knowing how to love.

Because we don’t know, so we learn.

Many, many years later, Alexander Summers told Purple Summers, “You are my school.”

Purple Summers felt very proud and said, “A woman is the best school for a man! You still have so much to learn!”

Alexander Summers pinned her down on the bed, “I want to go to school.”

She was furious and slapped him, “Get lost!”

…

The death of Elder Master Howard was a matter of utmost importance to the entire Howard Family, and it was also an extremely sensational piece of news for the whole of Clearwater City, and even the entire Wheatley region.

Alexander Summers became busy.

He had to organize the funeral and balance the various internal forces within the Howard Family.

Purple Summers couldn’t help with these matters; she returned to the city center, attended classes as usual, living the life of an ordinary high school student, only occasionally catching a glimpse of Alexander Summers on television.

The head of the Howard Family, because of this nationally watched funeral, finally made an appearance before the media.

Even with sunglasses on, just the sight of his tall frame, handsome profile, and the aloof charisma he exuded in every move was enough to make women scream!

Elder Master Howard was dead.

The adults discussed with gravity the internal power struggle within the Howard Family, predicting the overt and covert battles to come.

Meanwhile, the teenagers, in the throes of puberty, were excitedly flipping through the latest fanzines.

Jane McCain snuck a trashy magazine into the school and shared it with Purple Summers and Zara Jameson.

“Look! How well-matched they are!” Jane McCain excitedly pointed at the photoshopped picture in the magazine.

The picture had been altered, bringing together the aloof and unruly head of the Howard Family with the refined and elegant Gavin Graves.

Purple Summers thought that if Alexander Summers saw this photo, he would certainly be furious.

Zara Jameson felt embarrassed and asked, “Jane McCain, isn’t Young Master Graves your idol?”

Jane McCain nodded, “Yes, he’s my idol, but at the same time, I really think they are a perfect match, there is no conflict!”

“…” Zara Jameson didn’t know what to say.

Jane McCain held her cheeks dreamily, “I’ve had the fortune to see Young Master Graves a few times, I wonder if I’ll ever get to meet Master Xander in this lifetime… Look at his shoulders, his legs, and even his nose… just perfect! Even that scar looks aesthetically pleasing! Ah, he’s so beautiful!”

Purple Summers said awkwardly, “You don’t sound like you’re describing a person, more like… evaluating a piece of art?”

Jane McCain immediately responded, “He is a piece of art!”

Purple Summers: “…”

A close female friend is coveting my man…