Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

Chapter 449: 450 Cleo Makes the News_1

Chapter 449: Chapter 450 Cleo Makes the News_1

This sort of thing, no matter how many times, Purple Summers could never get used to.

Possibly because she had psychologically accepted Alexander Summers, so she didn’t feel as disgusted as before… but still, there was a bit, um, a bit of slight disgust.

Not just on her hands…

Her body would also get some on it…

Purple Summers sighed silently, consoling herself: Back then, when the corpse was decomposing to such an extent, he could still kiss it, so I shouldn’t be disgusted by him, I can endure… just bear with it!

That stuff was actually just some water and protein.

Think positively about it.

Purple Summers got out of bed, preparing to take another shower.

Alexander Summers wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, pulling her back to the bed and wiped her clean with a few wet wipes.

Her waist was slender and soft, her skin as smooth and delicate as white jade, giving off a faint pearlescent glow, and felt slippery like tender tofu when touched.

Alexander continued to wipe, and as he did, the fire in his body flared up again; he thought Purple Summers was like a fairy, capable of bewitching him into confusion without even doing anything.

On the other hand, Purple Summers furrowed her brows and said, “This won’t do… I still feel sticky, I need to shower, or I’ll be uncomfortable all night.”

“Wait a little longer,” he kissed her lips, lingering and sorrowful, “I have to leave in a bit, stay with me a little longer.”

Purple Summers paused, then lay back down, “Why are you so busy?”

“Just finished the new year festivities, there’s a lot to do,” Alexander didn’t go into details, he held Purple Summers in a comfortable position and closed his eyes.

Not asking further, Purple Summers leaned against his chest and fell asleep.

When she awoke in the middle of the night, Alexander was no longer by her side; Purple Summers sat on the bed feeling somehow melancholic.

She wondered how long these sneaky days would continue…

Not wanting to think about that, she got up and went to the bathroom to shower, and saw that the bathtub was already filled with water, with a bath towel and nightgown neatly placed to the side.

Purple Summers reached out to test the water temperature, it was just right.

She of course knew who had prepared all this for her, and her mood couldn’t help but become somewhat fluttery…

Thinking of Alexander, her heart was especially conflicted.

In reality, Alexander Summers didn’t meet her criteria for a partner; her ideal other half was a man who was gentle and refined, broad-minded, and possessed a strong sense of justice.

What about Alexander? He was almost entirely the opposite – brutal, unreasonable, and far from broad-minded; he was incredibly petty, fussing for half a day over her having a meal with another man, and as for a sense of justice… the guy knowingly breached the law, completely breaking her moral baseline.

But still…

Still, he loved her.

And still, she was moved by his love.

Love is irrational.

If the person you love does something you can’t tolerate, you feel heartbroken, you suffer, but you do not immediately stop loving them because of it.

Purple Summers immersed her body in the warm water, her dense black hair softly spreading out, and the moist steam rose, soothing every cell of her body.

She closed her eyes, thinking: Following Alexander, she was destined not to have a peaceful and quiet life, but what could she do about it?

In the relationship between her and him, if he didn’t give in, it only left her to compromise.

…

The next day, the news reported the story of a python saving a baby.

It wasn’t the headline but still occupied a significant portion; the photo showed Cleo carrying the baby back, Tiny was also lucky enough to feature, while the rest were only visible as silhouettes with their faces pixelated.

From the angle, it looked to be taken by a guest who attended the banquet with their phone.

Purple Summers smiled with a curve of her lips, feeling that with the news spreading like this, it was quite nice; at least the people of Clearwater City would think that the Summers Family kept a spiritual python, and Cleo’s existence would no longer be her stain but her highlight.

She read the news article carefully; the journalist was quite adept, avoiding mentioning any details that would embarrass a famous family, simply stating that a woman with the last name Carlson had attempted to kidnap a baby, but the baby was saved by a python.