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“I don’t want to ride anymore, I want to get off.” Purple Sumrs said softly, her voice sowhat cold.
For so reason, Alexander Sumrs felt that Purple Sumrs was not repulsed by the kiss just now, but now that she suddenly beca angry, he was not sure.
He thought for a mont and said to her, “If you don’t like horse riding, we can play sothing else. There’s a well-designed garden maze in the estate.”
“I don’t like horse riding, and I don’t like mazes. It’s dry and hot under the big sun, what’s the point?” Purple Sumrs replied indifferently, “I want to go back.”
She sank into a mood of self-disgust, feeling restless and depressed, her mood very low.
She was ashad of the fleeting agitation, feeling as if she had beco a fallen, foolish, and unloving woman.
Purple Sumrs’s feelings were terrible now.
Alexander Sumrs hugged her from behind, guiding the horse to walk slowly, all the way to the main gate of the manor castle.
He lifted her off the horse and led her upstairs. The layered steps wound up, and the angel carvings on the staircase handrails were clear and bright, as if coated with a layer of gold powder, extrely luxurious.
It was so big here, even bigger than ten Sumrs Residences. The long corridors stretched endlessly.
Purple Sumrs silently followed Alexander Sumrs, her expression sowhat lost, feeling as if her heart was also like the corridor in front of her, deep and endless, with no clear direction.
After returning to the room, she did not want to face Alexander Sumrs and took out her howork from her bag to work on.
Alexander Sumrs probably really thought that she was dried up by the autumn sun and ordered soone to bring afternoon tea. There were thirst-quenching hot drinks and a delicate fruit platter.
Purple Sumrs was depressed and did not want to eat.
Alexander Sumrs asked her, “What do you want to eat? I’ll ask the chef to make it.”
Purple Sumrs wanted to say that she didn’t want to eat anything, but inexplicably, the scene of the red pogranates hanging heavily from the tree on the mountain that day appeared in her mind.
“Pogranate…” she unconsciously murmured.
“You want to eat pogranate?” Alexander Sumrs heard her, even though her voice was very small.
Purple Sumrs ca to her senses and frowned, “They’re so annoying to eat, one by one, I don’t want to eat them!”
“Then squeeze it into pogranate juice.” Alexander Sumrs hugged her waist and dropped a kiss on her hair, “Drinking fruit juice is not troubleso, right?”
There was an unnad fire in Purple Sumrs’s heart.
Alexander Sumrs’s kindness to her was like pouring hot oil on the fire, making her heart burn more intensely.
Why was he good to her?
Did he love her?
Did he have sincerity?
…Thinking about Nathaniel Sumrs, who had been pursuing her for four years, his actions were no less than Alexander Sumrs’s. Perhaps all n were like this. They were full of tenderness and affection when they couldn’t have sothing, but once they had it, they would discard it like a worn-out shoe.
Purple Sumrs’s heart suddenly beca calm.
It was as if she had figured it out.
There was no need to be entangled; all she had to do was refuse.
“I don’t know what’s been added to the fruit juice these days; it’s not clean.” Purple Sumrs’ voice was calm; devoid of emotion, “I want to do my howork now, I don’t want to drink anything.”
Alexander Sumrs gently stroked her head, as if soothing an irritated kitten, “Then use the juicer directly, without adding anything. The season is indeed very dry now; it’s good to drink so fruit juice.”
Purple Sumrs looked down at her workbook, “Whatever you say.”
She didn’t speak anymore.
Soon after, Alexander Sumrs really had soone bring a basket of pogranates.
As Purple Sumrs sat at the table doing her howork, he also sat at the table, leisurely peeling the pogranates.
The aroma of the fruit was very refreshing, with a hint of sweetness. Purple Sumrs could not concentrate, her gaze involuntarily drifting towards him.
Alexander Sumrs had a very good-looking pair of hands, his fingers slender with distinct knuckles. These hands had held guns and killed people, yet now they were carefully peeling pogranates.
Peeling pogranates for her.
The gem-like, crystal clear red fruit was peeled away one by one, the pinkish juice lingering on his fingers, faint and sweet – unexpectedly enchanting.
Purple Sumrs stared at his hands, her heart pounding uncontrollably.
Thump, thump, thump… thump, thump, thump….
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