Chapter 1104: Chapter 1104: Feigning Mystery_1
Alexander gently picked her up. Purple Sumrs, who was not in a deep sleep, imdiately woke up. Seeing Alexander’s face, she closed her eyes again, reassured.
“Let’s go to bed,” Alexander said as he bent down to press his forehead against hers, carrying her upstairs to the bedroom.
After tucking Purple Sumrs in with a light blanket and looking at her child-like sleeping face, Alexander’s heart felt like it was lting.
When she wasn’t pregnant, he was very anxious; now that she was, he inevitably felt nervous.
Maybe it would have been better later… Pregnancy was still too hard.
He bent down to kiss her and then got up to leave, quietly closing the door behind him.
The bodyguard saw Alexander coming downstairs and approached him, “We found out it’s a flower shop on Jadeite Street, a cash transaction, they only left a burner phone number, and there’s no surveillance in the vicinity,” he reported.
“Don’t the store clerks rember anything?” Alexander frowned and asked, “It should be rare for custors to buy black roses.”
“They said it was a very scruffy old man,” the bodyguard said hesitantly. “It must have been a holess person, instructed by soone to buy the flowers. They paid in full, and then the flower shop called the fresh market to order.”
“Any progress from the police?” Alexander asked again.
“No,” the bodyguard shook his head. “Officer Holden from the police station said they’ve started to surveil several large fresh flower markets near Kingsley. Most of the flower shops in Kingsley City buy their stock from there. As soon as soone orders black roses again, they will imdiately connect the network and pull up the surveillance footage from around the flower shops, and patrol officers are also on standby at all tis.”
Alexander nodded slightly, but his brows were still furrowed.
He and Purple Sumrs were both temporarily confused about the other party’s intentions.
It was almost impossible for anyone to lay a hand on Purple Sumrs; she was surrounded by people 24 hours a day. Or was it precisely for that reason that soone occasionally sent flowers, to harass, intimidate, and mystify?
Regardless, he couldn’t take this individual lightly.
…
Purple Sumrs slept for an hour before opening her eyes to find Alexander’s face.
She couldn’t help but smiling and touched his face, “Why are you always watching ?”
“You’re beautiful,” Alexander said as he leaned down to kiss her lips and asked, “Are you getting up now? Do you want so water?”
Purple Sumrs blinked, “I am a bit thirsty, my mouth feels tasteless… I want so coconut juice.”
“Okay,” Alexander turned to go downstairs and soon returned, holding a green coconut with a straw in it.
Purple Sumrs curled the corners of her lips, “Like Doraemon.”
Alexander placed the coconut in her hand and pinched her face, “Can Doraemon make your belly big?”
“Stop it, don’t ruin my childhood,” Purple Sumrs swatted his hand away, amused yet annoyed.
Alexander stopped teasing her, wrapping an arm around her as they both leaned back on the bed. With nothing to do, he casually picked up the remote and turned on the TV.
As Purple Sumrs drank her coconut juice, she asked Alexander, “Who do you think is sending the flowers?”
This was the first ti the two of them had spoken frankly about the topic.
Alexander was sowhat surprised and looked at her, “What do you think?”
“I initially thought it was Nathaniel…,” said Purple Sumrs, watching the advertisents on TV, “but later, it didn’t seem quite right.”
“Why doesn’t it seem right?” Alexander asked.
“Allen Rivera said the murderer’s thod was very swift, a cutthroat with great precision,” Purple Sumrs explained. “Nathaniel isn’t that skilled.”
If it were a shooting, Purple Sumrs would believe it, but with a knife… Nathaniel really seems out of his depth.
Alexander said, “Don’t forget, he’s been with Jeremy Jennings; what kind of monsters hasn’t he seen? Maybe he hired a professional assassin.”
“An assassin?” Purple Sumrs murmured, “Well… That’s possible too.”
Just then, a news bulletin interrupted the TV program. In a street-side park in the West District of Kingsley, a woman had been found with her throat cut, dead.
The shaky cara captured the body bag on the stretcher, blood-stained tiles, scattered black roses, the onlooking crowd…
Purple Sumrs held her breath.
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