Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

Chapter 65: Chapter 65: Opening the Door

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Atra Blanc finished cooking and saw the siblings sitting on the couch watching TV, all was calm in that moment, a vision of tranquility.

She was very pleased.

“Dinner’s ready, go wash your hands.” Atra Blanc told them.

The meal was as splendid as ever. Atra Blanc’s cooking skills were comparable to a master chef from a private kitchen.

“Mom, we have a cook at home, you don’t have to work so hard every day.” Purple Summers said softly, chopsticks in hand.

Although she was craving Atra Blanc’s cooking, she didn’t want Atra Blanc to always be in the kitchen, leaving her alone to face the ‘big bad wolf’ with fear and trepidation.

“Mom likes to cook. If you don’t let her cook, she will be bored.” Alexander Summers took a piece of sweet and sour spare ribs and put it in Purple Summer’s bowl, his teasing eyes seemed to see through her thoughts.

Purple looked at the spare ribs in her bowl, and felt that even the best food would lose its taste after being picked by Alexander.

“Shall I feed you?” Alexander asked.

“No, I’ll eat it myself!” She quickly picked up her bowl and bit into the rib.

Atra Blanc, sitting on the side, started to laugh, “Your brother is just teasing you, how could he actually feed you, Purple, you’re really adorable.”

Alexander also laughed softly, pinching her cheek, “Yes, Purple is very cute.”

Purple:

She bit off the rib in her mouth out of frustration, imagining the rib was Alexander, gnawing and grinding it before swallowing… No, she couldn’t swallow it. If the rib was Alexander, she would feel nauseous.

At the dining table, Atra Blanc started talking about the phone.

Atra Blanc was thrilled to have the same new phone model as her daughter, and asked a lot of questions about the phone’s functions.

“I heard it’s designed for a parent-child pair, even the charging cable can be used universally.” Atra Blanc laughed, taking joy in these seemingly insignificant details.

Purple was preoccupied with her food.

Once the perception that “Alexander is not a good person” was established in her mind, no matter what he did, Purple saw it all as a plot.

Preparing two identical phones could not only hide the purpose of his gift but also prevent her from being duplicitous.

If Purple used a different phone, Atra Blanc would immediately notice the difference.

At that point, Atra Blanc would look at her with eyes even more innocent than a baby’s and ask, “Purple, why aren’t you using the phone your brother gave you?”

She couldn’t think about it, it made her feel sick.

After dinner, Alexander didn’t bother her anymore. He received a phone call and then went to his own room.

Purple also hurried back to her room.

With Alexander around, she felt unsafe everywhere in the house. Even going to the bathroom to take a shower was nerve-wracking, fearing a shameless rogue might just barge in.

When night fell, it was an even more anxious time.

Purple locked her room from the inside, hesitating whether to block the door with a chair and a vase like last night.

If Alexander dared to force his way in, the vase would fall from the chair, and the noise would alert Atra Blanc in the next room.

With Atra Blanc around, Alexander should at least behave, right?

Purple wondered.

Knock, knock, knock

The sound of knocking was clear and distinct.

Purple was slightly startled.

“Purple, open the door.”

Alexander called her name outside the door, and at the same time knocked on the door a few more times.

Purple felt suffocated.

…Alexander really didn’t barge in, he was just knocking on the door and calling out to her!

What should she do?!—Open it, or not?

Purple bit her lip, deciding to pretend that she didn’t hear it.

His knocks on the door got louder!

Soon, Purple heard Atra Blanc’s voice: “Alexander, what’s the matter?”

“I knocked on Purple’s door and there was no movement inside, I’m a little worried.” Alexander said calmly.

“Really?” Atra Blanc sounded worried, she also ran over and started knocking heavily on the door, “Purple? Purple, are you in there?!”

Purple forced herself to take a few deep breaths…

She turned the door handle and managed a smile: “What’s up, mom? I just fell asleep..”