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In the bathroom, Purple Sumrs washed herself in a daze.
She felt as if, ever since her rebirth, her life had been like a continuous farce. One mont she was happily watching a movie with her classmates, the next she was dragged away by Alexander Sumrs to do such disgusting things.
Disgusting.
Truly disgusting…
But amidst this disgust, there was a small part of her that was thankful that Alexander Sumrs had not physically hard her.
However, it was this slight gratitude that made her feel even more ashad.
She felt weak, even questioning whether she was becoming accustod to abuse. Alexander Sumrs was so detestable, yet she felt grateful, simply because he did not take her virginity.
Perhaps what she feared most was that Alexander Sumrs was slowly eroding her will.
After her bath, Purple Sumrs stood in front of the mirror, seeing her body covered in light and dark peach-colored marks. The sha clung to her, refusing to dissipate.
She looked away, not wanting to see any more.
As she had not brought any clothes with her, she did not want to ask Alexander Sumrs for any. Fortunately, there was a clean bathrobe in the bathroom, wide and thick, it was more than enough to cover her and keep her warm.
Dressed in the bathrobe, Purple Sumrs left the room and was greeted by the sll of food.
Alexander Sumrs was setting lunch on the round table by the sofa.
With one glance, Purple Sumrs was certain that Alexander Sumrs had cooked it himself.
It was identical to the few dishes he had taught her last ti, although, presumably due to lack of ti, there was no French onion soup this ti.
The first and only man who had ever cooked for her was Alexander Sumrs.
But thinking about what he had done, Purple Sumrs felt no gratitude. She even purposefully retorted coldly, “Next ti, if there’s a need, isn’t it more convenient to rent a hotel room? It’s better than coming to this deserted place, where even ordering takeout is impossible, and you have to take the trouble to cook personally.”
Alexander Sumrs, who had just enjoyed Purple Sumrs’ attentiveness, was in a good mood and was not angered by her words.
He asked Purple Sumrs to sit on the sofa and eat lunch, then went to fetch a dry towel to help her dry her wet hair.
Purple Sumrs was very hungry, and also very angry, so she didn’t really want to eat.
Alexander Sumrs’ actions were very gentle, careful as if he was worried about pulling a single strand of her hair. He dried her hair very tenderly.
Purple Sumrs grew increasingly frustrated.
She hated it when he showed deep and infatuating affection after every tantrum. She would rather he was thoroughly bad, so her hatred could be equally thorough and firm!
After drying her hair, Alexander Sumrs leaned down to sniff her hair, “It slls nice.”
She had used his unscented n’s shampoo. When Alexander Sumrs said it slled nice, he was referring to her.
Purple Sumrs suddenly felt her anger and resentnt were aningless. Even if she exploded with anger, Alexander would still do as he pleased.
The dishware and delicacies were in front of her, but she had no appetite. Alexander Sumrs had cut the steak into small pieces for her but she still didn’t touch it.
“Should I feed you?” Alexander Sumrs asked.
What Alexander Sumrs ant by “feed” and what Purple Sumrs imagined were not the sa. She was sure he had so lewd intentions and her face showed her disgust.
“Do you treat every woman this way?” Purple Sumrs asked, her eyebrows slightly furrowed as she looked down at the food in her plate, “Am I the most expensive one? You’ve spent money on my company, my house, and now you’re cooking for . Alexander Sumrs, what’s your end ga?”
She felt a slight pain in her forehead.
It was Alexander Sumrs who had tapped her on the forehead.
“Eat your food properly, no weird talk,” Alexander Sumrs said.
Purple Sumrs pursed her lips and picked up the knife and fork, eating bite by bite with a cold face.
She didn’t play any gas, she didn’t act defiant, she didn’t pity herself.
Seeing Purple Sumrs finally eating, Alexander Sumrs slightly relaxed. He sat quietly by her side and watched her eat.
After a while, he said, “Purple, don’t try to deny our relationship. You wholly belong to , even the food filling your stomach is made by .”
Purple Sumrs almost choked…
Only Alexander Sumrs could turn sweet words into sothing so creepy, so disgusting..
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