Chapter 91 - 91: The Injustice of Heaven
Chapter 91: Chapter 91: The Injustice of Heaven
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“Going to the movies alone?” Alexander Summers seemed to be making small talk with her, asking casually.
Purple Summers pretended to be calm, “Yeah, going to the movies alone, what’s so strange about that?”
“Oh…” Alexander squinted his eyes, and asked teasingly, “What movie are you planning to watch?”
Purple opened her mouth, but her voice seemed to be choked off.
Her face turned slightly pale as she suddenly realized that she had no idea what movies were on recently!
Alexander laughed, “So, you don’t know what movie to watch?”
“Anything will do.” Purple turned her face away, her tone stiff.
Her fingers were tightly twisted together, completely unaware that her nervousness had already been exposed to the man.
Alexander laughed and stopped asking further questions. He casually said, “If you want to watch a movie in the future, just call your brother.”
Purple let out a sigh of relief…
“Where’s your phone?” Alexander suddenly asked.
Purple’s heart raced again!
“My phone…” She silently took a breath, her fingers twisting tighter, “I was robbed today, my bag was taken… and I lost my phone.”
She was like a child who had made a mistake, admitting her error and hanging her head in silence, showing an honest and obedient attitude.
No response came for a while.
Purple raised her head apprehensively, only to see Alexander staring at her quietly, his expression somewhere between a smile and not a smile.
Purple’s heartbeat seemed to skip a beat, pounding chaotically for a few moments!
She was in a state of turmoil.
“It’s true! …You, if you don’t believe it, you can check it!” she stubbornly defended herself, “I encountered the robbery on the bus, there’s surveillance on the road too.”
This way, Alexander could not blame her, right? He couldn’t use it as an excuse to punish her, could he?
Alexander didn’t blame her indeed. He just pulled her into his arms, gently patting her back, his tone gentle, “You must have been scared, huh? Did they hurt you?”
Purple shook her head, “He took my bag and disappeared immediately…”
Alexander comforted her, “Everything’s fine now, don’t be afraid.”
She wasn’t afraid at all!
She was just afraid of him!
Alexander released her and went to the hotel room door, giving some instructions to the person outside.
When he came back, he asked her, “Do you want to go to the movies?”
“I don’t want to.” Purple lowered her head, taking small bites of the chocolate mousse, not really looking at him, “I want to go home.”
Alexander said nothing, came over, and held her hand with the small teaspoon, giving it a squeeze.
The thin calluses between his fingers rubbed against the soft, delicate skin of her wrist, sending tingles through her.
Purple couldn’t help but tremble, her voice pleading, “I really don’t want to watch a movie, I want to go home.”
She was truly afraid that Alexander would come up with other ways to torment her!
Alexander pinched her wrist, pulling it to his mouth, and ate the mousse cake off the teaspoon.
“Mmm, I’ll take you home in a while.” He let go of her hand, lightly licking the chocolate at the corner of his mouth, his smile wicked yet filled with gentleness.
Purple stared blankly at the teaspoon he had used, unsure if she should continue eating…
“Why aren’t you eating? Do you want your brother to feed you?” Alexander said casually.
“No need!” Purple gritted her teeth, “I’ll eat by myself…”
When facing Alexander, she was always at a disadvantage.
Whether it was her resistance in bed or her tension in spirit, it all exhausted Purple’s energy. She was famished, quickly eating all the delicious food in front of her.
The chocolate mousse was rich and velvety, with a touch of bitterness in its sweetness, ensuring it wasn’t overly sweet.
Paired with a cup of premium black tea, it was simply perfect.
Purple leaned back in her chair, letting out a comfortable sigh.
Sensing that Alexander was looking at her, she adjusted her posture and sat up straight.
Alexander was drinking coffee.
He leaned back in his chair, his posture casual yet exuding an elegant and aristocratic air.
His appearance was already extraordinarily handsome, with a temperament that seemed naturally elegant, chic, and dandyish. He was like a bewitching figure, envied by all.
Purple watched him, feeling somewhat angry.
Why had God given such a twisted person such an extraordinary appearance?
The way things were, it simply wasn’t fair!