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Chapter 226: Habits are Terrifying

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For a mont, she thought he was, but the idea twisted and turned in her mind like a winding intestine only to end in a tangled knot with no exit.

Impossible.

If he really was the Gravekeeper, he wouldn’t have failed to recognize her.

If he really was the Gravekeeper, he would have explained everything to her.

If he really was the Gravekeeper…

Purple Sumrs felt weak. It must be due to her wavering will, her shaken heart, that she entertained such ludicrous thoughts, only to… provide herself with an excuse for her pathetic infatuation.

The more she thought about it, the weaker and more useless she beca.

Purple Sumrs no longer wanted to think about this.

Behind her, Alexander Sumrs encircled her waist, gently caressing her soft skin; his scorching breath fell on the back of her neck, leaving a trail of light and dark red marks.

Purple Sumrs let him have his way, closed her eyes, unmoving. Bitterness filled her heart.

She was really done for.

She had already beco accustod to Alexander Sumrs’ touch, so much so that the sha associated with these intimate gestures had beco increasingly faint.

Habit was a terrifying thing; it could cause one to lose the will to fight.

Would she eventually face him on the bed without showing any emotion?

Purple Sumrs was truly afraid to beco like that – corrupted and spineless.

She brooded on her troubles until she eventually fell asleep.

The afternoon sun was blocked by the curtains, leaving the room dim and quiet.

With her guard down in sleep, Purple Sumrs’ delicate body nestled in the man’s embrace, her breaths soft and even.

Alexander Sumrs kissed her sleeping face tenderly, a cloud of gloom forming between his brows.

“How great it would be if she lost her mory…” he muttered after a long silence.

When she woke up, Alexander Sumrs was not by her side.

It wasn’t strange for him to be elusive, disappearing without a trace for days on end. The fact that Alexander Sumrs stayed at ho to take care of Purple Sumrs while she was sick was nothing short of miraculous.

After all, Alexander Sumrs was an influential figure, and influential figures always had a plethora of matters to attend to every day.

Just like the warlords of the old tis, he had to simultaneously fight for territory, maintain his influence, and guard against being toppled from power.

Alexander Sumrs must be truly busy.

Such people usually t with tragic ends, and the won around them would most likely not fare well either.

Purple Sumrs leaned against the headboard, lost in thought.

After sitting for a while, she got up, dressed, and noticed that her health had improved considerably. Almost healed, in fact.

She drew the curtains open, and the golden sunlight outside poured in, adding a warm glow to the room. Purple Sumrs squinted subconsciously, her mood brightened by the beautiful weather outside.

Only when she was around Alexander Sumrs did she experience countless worries; when he wasn’t around, her heart felt open and at ease.

After freshening up, she went downstairs for breakfast, and Atra Blanc repeatedly urged her to eat more.

Having been sick and bedridden for a while, Purple Sumrs hadn’t eaten well and had lost a lot of weight.

Atra Blanc was extrely distressed about it.

Purple Sumrs, disliking her own frailty, ate determinedly.

She was not like modern girls, admiring a Bony Beauty; she wanted to be stronger and less vulnerable in the face of Alexander Sumrs, not weak like a chicken.

Even if she couldn’t fight him now, she would continue to grow as ti went on. After all, Alexander Sumrs was eight years older than her. He would age faster, and she would eventually win.

…Thinking like this, it seed as if she had the upper hand?

While eating breakfast, Purple Sumrs received a call from Marcel Jefferson.

Marcel’s voice sounded like a funeral wail, as he lanted, “Little sister, did you send Ms. Maple to the law firm? Could you not play with like this? We really can’t take this case! We’ll be cursed to death! How am I supposed to continue to get by in the industry after this?”

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