Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

Chapter 333: 333: Attachment

Chapter 333: 333: Attachment

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She slept very uncomfortably, with all sorts of bizarre dreams interwoven, blurring the line between reality and fantasy.

In her discomfort, she faintly heard Alexander calling her name: “Purple, wake up and have some soup.”

Purple was helped up by him, closed her eyes, and took a sip of soup, with a sweet cola taste and a slightly spicy ginger flavor.

“Are we back in Clearwater City?” Purple asked dreamily.

Otherwise, it would be quite difficult to buy ginger for 0.15 dollars at 2 am in the unfamiliar Northshore City.

Alexander didn’t answer her, he just slowly fed her ginger soup and sighed, “I shouldn’t have brought you out today.”

If they had stayed at home today, Purple wouldn’t have gotten sick and developed a fever.

Usually, when Alexander said something, Purple would always retort, but when he said they shouldn’t have gone out today, Purple immediately agreed, “Yes, we shouldn’t have gone out.”

As she drank the ginger soup, her head felt foggy, but her thoughts were clear, and she talked to Alexander in a disjointed way.

“Every time I go out with you, I’m really unlucky,” Purple said, “Once there was a gun attack, you blew up someone’s face… Another time there was an assassination and you stabbed someone to death. This time nothing happened, but I got sick…”

“Can’t you think of something good?” Alexander was both annoyed and amused. He wanted to pinch her face, but seeing her still feeling unwell, he held back.

Purple thought very seriously, and after a while, she shook her head: “I can’t think of anything good. You’re such a bad person, and nothing good ever happens when I’m around you.”

Alexander’s breath hitched, and his heart felt inexplicably stifled.

Although he knew that Purple didn’t love him, he still cared.

He couldn’t help but care…

Purple drank the ginger soup slowly, and after most of it was gone, she lay down and continued to sleep.

At this time, it was not yet dawn, and there was only one dim table lamp lit in the room. Alexander was feeling upset and wanted to smoke a cigarette, so he prepared to go out to the corridor.

He opened the door, and the lock made a soft click.

Purple suddenly sat up in bed, “Alexander?”

Her voice was soft, and her questioning tone revealed a little unease, like a frightened and helpless little deer.

“Hm?” Alexander stood by the door and replied.

Purple felt reassured, lay down, and went back to sleep.

Alexander was astonished.

A moment later, he looked down at the cigarette box in his hand and put it away again.

Alexander went back into the room, lay down next to Purple, and gently held her in his arms.

She seemed to be dreaming, turning around and mumbling a complaint, “…Alexander, you’re so annoying.”

He heard it, feeling both sympathy for her and amused.

“You say one thing, but mean another,” Alexander’s thin lips curled up, and the hidden pain in his heart disappeared without a trace.

The next day, Purple didn’t wake up until 11 o’clock.

When she opened her eyes, she found herself lying on a luxurious bed in a hotel, the snow-white scenery outside the window, and she was still in Northshore City.

Alexander touched her forehead, “The fever is gone.”

Purple was young and bounced back fast. Moreover, she often went to the gym with Aria Jackson to practice boxing and keep fit, so her body’s quality had always been very good.

Although the fever was gone, her body still felt weak, and she was very hungry.

Purple began to miss Atra Blanc, as if she were at home now, Atra would surely come up with a variety of delicious food for her.

“I want to go home,” she said.

Alexander looked at her slightly pale face after the illness, his heart ached, and he said, “Okay, let’s go home.”

The two took a plane back to Clearwater City.

After arriving home, Alexander was severely scolded by Atra Blanc.

This time, he didn’t make up any excuses, admitting that he took Purple to Northshore City for Christmas and because of her catching a cold and fever, the return trip was delayed.

Atra Blanc was very angry, but her character was too soft, so even when she was scolding, it felt like a gentle breeze: “This is too reckless! Why did you go so far away when there are so many places to have fun? Going outside in the middle of the night without sleep and now getting sick, what if it causes long-term complications? Your sister is still so young, how can she stand your torment!”