Chapter 460: Chapter 461 Jealousy_1
The door was half-open, with faint sounds of talking coming from inside.
Purple Sumrs felt that the voice vaguely resembled Alexander Sumrs.
She stared blankly at the partially concealed door, as if her gaze could pierce through and clearly see the situation inside.
“Ms. Sumrs?” Zack Wallace tried to call out softly.
Purple Sumrs ca back to her senses, glanced at him, and then, without saying a word, got up and walked slowly into the room.
The doctor then closed the door behind her.
Zack Wallace waited anxiously at the door for a while, even pressing his ear to it and listening—inside it was eerily quiet, without the intense argunt he had imagined.
Zack Wallace sighed with relief.
…
Purple Sumrs walked into the room and saw around the bed there were light blue dical curtains, one of which was pulled aside, and the doctor was performing the final wound suturing treatnt.
Alexander Sumrs was actually awake, his eyes dark as ink, looking intently at her.
He looked a bit… unlike himself.
When she had entered the elevator earlier, Purple Sumrs was so scared by the black and red blood stains on his body, she hadn’t taken the ti to pay attention; now, looking directly at his face, she noticed the difference.
Alexander Sumrs’ hairstyle was different, his skin tone… was darker, and there was a ferocious scar on his face, like an old wound from many years ago, slanting across from his forehead, covering half of his face.
Purple Sumrs understood in her heart that this was Alexander Sumrs’ second face: Roy Howard.
A hairstyle could easily change a person’s appearance and deanor, further distinguished by a different skin tone, not to ntion such a characteristic scar on the face. Even if soone noticed the resemblance of Roy Howard’s features to the Sumrs family’s fourth young master, they would never think the two were the sa person.
A doctor brought a chair over to Purple Sumrs so she could sit by the bed and accompany Alexander Sumrs.
Purple Sumrs sat down and quietly watched the doctor’s bustling around.
Neither of them spoke.
Zack Wallace hadn’t lied to her; it really was just a minor surgery. They removed the bullet from the wound, and there wasn’t much of an issue afterward.
Alexander Sumrs had been weak just now only because he had lost too much blood. Now that he had received a transfusion and his wounds had been treated, he looked almost as good as new, save for being a bit pale.
After finishing the suturing, the doctor bandaged Alexander Sumrs’ wound, then took away the bloody cotton, bandages, and all the surgical instrunts.
In the empty room, only the two of them remained.
If it weren’t for the lingering sll of blood in the air, no one would think that a surgical operation had just taken place here.
“Do you want so water?” Purple Sumrs was the first to break the silence, standing up and saying, “I’ll go get you so.”
Alexander Sumrs grabbed Purple Sumrs’ hand, asking her to sit down again, and then studied her carefully, a faint smile in his eyes.
“Are you afraid?” he asked.
Purple Sumrs countered, “Afraid of what?”
“Afraid that I would die?” he asked with interest as he looked at her face.
“Quite afraid,” Purple Sumrs admitted bluntly, nodding. “With a dead body like this, I can’t explain it to Mom. I can’t just say you flirted with the Howard family’s young lady and didn’t do a good job at playing the hero, so you lost your life.”
“Ha…” Alexander Sumrs started laughing, but as he had injuries, the laughter caused pain in his muscles and nerves, so he couldn’t help but frown.
Purple Sumrs looked at him and said, “Does it hurt? Your body aches, but your heart must be happy, right? You risked your life to save her; she should be indebted to you. You’ll have money, power, and the girl—all in your hands. How nice that must be.”
Alexander Sumrs, upon hearing her words, laughed even harder, but the wound hurt again. He covered the injured area, laughing so hard it affected his breathing, “Purple, are you jealous?”
Purple Sumrs had a cold expression, not understanding what was so funny about it.
If the bullet had been a bit more off, he might have lost his life, and yet he still laughed?
She stood up with an impassive face, “You should rest. I’m going ho.”
Alexander Sumrs shalessly tugged at her wrist, “Don’t go, what if I get thirsty later? And if I rember sothing, who will help ? I’m sweaty and bloody, how will I clean up…”
He rambled on and on.
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