Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

Chapter 252: Vulgarity

Chapter 252: Chapter 252: Vulgarity

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Purple Summers was annoyed and raised her hand to hit him hard a few times. “Can’t you not be so vulgar?!”

To call him vulgar was a compliment; he was simply disgusting and indecent!

Alexander Summers took her insults as flirting, laughing as he backed away slightly, then leaned in to kiss her. Purple Summers refused, fluttering like an agitated little sparrow in his arms.

After struggling for a while, she slowly began to feel that something was wrong.

“Are you injured?” Purple Summers felt the dampness on her hand, turned her body, and held her hand under the light. There was a striking crimson stain.

“You’re injured!” she said, her tone shifting from doubt to certainty.

Alexander Summers slightly furrowed his brow, looking down at the blood soaking through the fabric of his shirt, staining it red.

Not wanting to dirty Purple Summers’ bedding, he straightened up, removed his shirt, revealing his solid chest.

Purple Summers saw a palm-length scar on his chest, which had scabbed over, but had split open a bit in the middle. Bright red blood flowed out, streaming down the contours of his muscles, dripping down his lean abdomen. It was like a bloody, flowing oil painting.

Although she had seen dead bodies before, Purple Summers still found the scene before her eyes shocking.

She hastily grabbed a handful of tissues to cover his wound, recalling how hard she had hit him just now.

“Are you stupid? Why didn’t you dodge earlier!”

Alexander Summers laughed softly, got off the bed, took a first aid kit from the cabinet, and skillfully bandaged himself.

“It’s just a minor injury. If I hadn’t deliberately let my guard down, they wouldn’t have even gotten close to me.”

“Keep boasting!” Purple Summers sat on the bed, her dark eyes staring at him.

“How dare you accuse me of boasting.” Alexander Summers leaned in again, holding her and biting her tender neck as a form of punishment.

Purple Summers instinctively tried to dodge to the side.

Alexander tightened his grip around her waist, not letting her escape, forcing their bodies to press even closer together.

His scent was fresh and cool, with a mixture of blood and the faint fragrance of roses. It engulfed and enveloped her, making her feel suffocated and dizzy.

As if she had touched his wound, Purple Summers’ struggling gradually softened.

She suddenly felt pity for Alexander Summers. Even his birthday was not peaceful, with so many people trying to kill him. She wondered whether he would still be alive to celebrate his birthday next year…

Thinking of the possibility that Alexander Summers might die, Purple Summers’ heart trembled slightly. It was like a stone thrown into a windless lake, causing ripples that could not be calmed.

Alexander followed her neck upwards, pressing her into the soft velvet blanket, grinding her lips, rubbing his temples against hers.

She didn’t know if it was her heart playing tricks on her, but with him acting so uninhibited, Purple Summers offered no resistance.

Her submission took Alexander by surprise and then delighted him.

He propped himself up with his arm and lifted his body, his ink-black eyes staring intensely at her as he asked, “Purple, are you feeling sorry for me?” “Nonsense!” Purple Summers scolded, her cheeks flushed with annoyance, “I just don’t want to waste energy and struggle in vain!”

However, Alexander released her, sitting up straight. He examined Purple Summers’ expression carefully, and a moment later, amusement flickered in his eyes. “You do feel sorry for me.”

His tone was certain.

Purple Summers was angry and turned her back on him, ignoring him.

Alexander was happy though, and slipped into her quilt, embracing her tightly.

Purple Summers was upset and couldn’t do anything about it. She complained softly, “You’ve been gone for so long, and mom has been worried. She called you countless times and couldn’t get through. She even made longevity noodles for you today. You can’t keep this up, no matter how busy the Howard family is. You should at least call mother to let her know you’re safe…”

She rambled on, feeling aggrieved for Atra Blanc.

Alexander was slightly surprised, “Why did she make longevity noodles?”

Purple Summers hesitated. Oh? Did he not know that it was his birthday today?