Chapter 462: The Lock on the Heart_1
After such an incident, Alexander Sumrs wanted to keep it a secret from Purple Sumrs.
He should keep it a secret no matter what. Being injured because of another woman was not honorable or glorious. It would only increase suspicions between them, and Alexander Sumrs did not want to see such a result.
But when the incident really happened, he found the taste of it not bad at all.
Purple was jealous because of him.
This was sothing he had never even dared to imagine before. Jealousy ant that this woman cared about him in her heart.
Thinking of this, Alexander Sumrs hugged Purple even tighter in his arms.
“Let go,” Purple said, wary of touching his wound, not daring to struggle too hard, she complained, “You’re dirty and slly, don’t touch .”
Alexander Sumrs wanted to take it further, “Then you help wipe off.”
“I don’t want to, go find Zack Wallace,” Purple said coldly, “or else find your swan princess and let her wipe for you.”
“Still jealous?” Alexander Sumrs laughed, “Purple, I’m injured and can’t bathe myself. If I don’t wipe down, it’ll be very uncomfortable.”
Purple ignored him.
Alexander Sumrs persisted softly and hard, and said, “When you were too lazy before, it was always who wiped you clean, and I have never despised you for it.”
Purple had no choice but to stand up grumpily, went to the bathroom, fetched a basin of hot water, and helped him cleanse his body.
She thought to herself: Just think of it as paying off a debt!
Before wiping, Alexander Sumrs asked her to go to the drawer next to them and find a brown glass bottle.
“What is this?” Purple asked as she brought it back to him.
“Pour a little and apply it to my body,” Alexander Sumrs said.
To facilitate the surgery, Alexander Sumrs had taken off his clothes, and his upper body was bare.
Purple did as instructed and first applied so to his arm. His skin texture was tight and smooth, his muscles evenly distributed, and every line and contour was full of masculine strength.
As she applied it, the slightly darker skin tone, like fading paint, slowly dissolved away.
Purple understood then; it was makeup remover oil.
All makeup products have a certain irritability. Purple carefully avoided his wound, applying it bit by bit and then wiping it off with a warm, damp towel.
While she was doing these things, Alexander Sumrs told her about the incident which led to his injury.
“Those people were after Lily Howard; they wanted her to die on my turf so that my status as her supposed fiancé would be untenable, and I would also have a blood feud with the Howard family, giving them a chance to pull down from the head of the family,” Alexander Sumrs said. “Purple, I saved Lily not because I love her, but because I couldn’t let the situation escalate to that point.”
Purple, scrubbing him down and looking away, muttered, “Who you love is none of my business; you don’t need to go out of your way to explain it to .”
“How can it be none of your business? I love you, you little thing,” Alexander Sumrs said with a smile as he pinched her face.
Purple threw down the towel and stood up, seemingly very angry, “How many tis have I told you! Don’t pinch my face!”
She carried the dirty water to the bathroom, pouring it out, and filled another basin with clean hot water.
The tallic water faucet poured out water, and Purple, with her hands propped on the marble counter, blankly stared at herself in the mirror.
Her heart felt sour and swollen, the feeling indescribable.
Previously, unknowing of what emotions were, when dealing with cases involving people crazy for love, she always found them unreasonable.
So won were cheated of their bodies and wealth, yet they had no desire to recover their property and instead tearfully asked the man who deceived them whether he had ever truly loved them.
And then there were won who, to help their boyfriends afford drugs, would actually degrade themselves to becoming sex workers.
Why are there so many fools in this world?
Is it because love is so irrational that those who fall into it beco stupid, beco cheap?
Even knowing he has a fiancée, she could actually abandon her principles, comforting herself that the marriage contract was rely a facade.
… I love you, you little thing.
Those words of Alexander Sumrs landed on the tip of her heart, like a shackle locking her heart firmly in place.
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