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Chapter 164 - 164: Another Dream

Chapter 164: Chapter 164: Another Dream

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At night, she had a dream again.

Somehow, she always dreamed when she stayed overnight outside, her sleep was restless.

Fortunately, this time the dream was not the terrifying scene before death, but her childhood.

It seemed to be a similar early autumn, she and her playmates played under the big pagoda tree. At the intersection, her grandmother, wearing an old-fashioned buttoned robe and embroidered cloth shoes, called out from a distance: “Purple, come home for dinner—”

She ran and jumped home, there was a wooden table in the yard, with two simple dishes and a plate of her grandmother’s crispy pickled cucumbers.

While eating, she threw the rice that fell on her clothes to the ground to feed the ants, and her grandmother softly instructed: “Purple, you must study hard, the more you read, the smarter you become, and smart people will never starve wherever they go…”

Her grandmother was a woman of the old era, uneducated, always feeling that it was very good for a girl to be able to study.

Perhaps it was because she grew up with such expectations, Suzanne Saunders had always been extremely demanding of herself.

She had to achieve the best grades, attend the best schools, have the most glamorous careers, and even in love, she was quite picky, longing for the soul and heart merge described in classic books.

In layman’s terms, she aspired for a platonic relationship, focusing on spiritual companionship.

She never fell in love with anyone but due to her own talents and success, she never lacked pursuers, and Nathaniel Summers was the most persistent of them all.

Over time, people slowly took it for granted that Nathaniel and she were a couple, and the other pursuers tactfully withdrew one after another.

As they approached the age to get married, her grandmother often nagged, and the old woman with poor health always worried that her granddaughter would be alone in this world after she passed away. If married, at least she would have someone to rely on.

She didn’t want to leave the old woman with regrets.

If getting married, Nathaniel was undoubtedly the best choice at hand.

—If I can’t find someone I love, find someone who loves me; this can also be a kind of happiness.

The wedding date was quickly set, people sent their blessings one after another, the promising third young master of the Summers Family and Clearwater’s best female prosecutor seemed like the perfect match.

However, just one week before the wedding, her grandmother suddenly passed away. The old woman never saw her granddaughter in a wedding dress.

Her grandmother’s death hit her hard; she lost her only close relative in the world and was heartbroken. If it weren’t for considering Nathaniel’s deep affection, she couldn’t have gone through even a simple wedding ceremony.

In her hometown, there was a tradition of mourning, during which lavish clothes, delicious food, and sexual relations were forbidden.

The times are different now, bringing up such things might cause people to laugh, but she was immersed in grief and had no desire for intimacy. Nathaniel happened to fall gravely ill at that time, so they temporarily put the matter aside…

Although they had been married for one year, they always maintained a distance, rarely even kissing.

Could it be because of this that he turned to Jade Carlson?

Thinking about it now, she was indeed not a qualified wife, not wholeheartedly managing this marriage.

… Even so, he should not have deceived her.

In a marriage, love is just the icing on the cake; what is most important is loyalty.

Purple Summers lay quietly on the bed, she had woken up but felt so tired, too tired to open her eyes.

A dream had spanned her entire first half of her life, with glorious moments, embarrassing failures, and now, she felt mentally and physically exhausted.

She heard the sound of flapping wings.

Purple opened her eyes and found that the little crow had flown onto the bed at some point, standing on the quilt, tilting its head, and looking at her.

It looked radiant, its feathers jet black and shiny, with a tuft of short, thin white hair on its forehead. It looked like an eye at first glance, very peculiar.

It could already flutter several meters away, and probably would be able to fly soon.

Purple thought about this and couldn’t help feeling a little melancholic.

She didn’t like to keep pets because she couldn’t bear parting..