Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

“If it weren’t for me saving you from the lake, you would have drowned!” Alexander Summers sneered at her, “So, is this how you thank the person who saved your life?”

Purple Summers regained her senses, realizing he was talking about when Laura Summers had pushed her into the artificial lake. At that time, it was indeed Alexander who had rescued her.

But she had mistakenly thought…

She had thought that…

Purple stared blankly, her entire being dazed.

Alexander released her, turned around, picked up the necklace on the ground, and clasped it back around her neck.

The icy touch made Purple shiver. She felt a chill in her heart, as if what she was wearing wasn’t a necklace but a collar, a shackle, symbolizing humiliation and degradation!

“I don’t want to wear it! I hate necklaces!” Purple’s emotions suddenly spiraled out of control, and she fiercely grabbed the necklace from her neck and threw it away with all her might!

The necklace broke, and the instant it was thrown away, it scratched a shocking, bloody mark on her snowy neck.

Alexander’s breath hitched, with his heartache intensifying.

His anger vanished, leaving only a heartache. He hugged Purple and shouted, “Are you crazy?! Can’t you feel the pain?!”

Purple closed her eyes, tears silently falling. “I hate necklaces…”

Seeing her like this, Alexander felt both pain and a mix of irritation and rage. He couldn’t bear to lash out at her anymore, so he got up to look for a first aid kit and brought ointment and gauze back to treat her wound.

Seeing her pitiful appearance, his anger had long since vanished without a trace.

“If you don’t want a necklace, then what do you want?” As he stopped the bleeding and applied the medicine, he asked gently, his tone soft like he was coaxing a child, “…a ring, a bracelet, earrings?”

“As long as it’s from you, I don’t want any of it,” Purple replied coldly.

“Purple, are you mad at me?” Alexander’s mood inexplicably improved, a wicked smile curling his thin lips. “But I just want to give you something, what should I do?”

Purple opened her eyes, her tear-stained eyes red and swollen. Though she had stopped crying, her pupils were still covered with a watery sheen, clear and bright, with a hint of a shimmering glow.

“Alexander Summers.” She called his name seriously, “You should give it to your fiancee.”

Alexander’s expression stiffened for an instant.

He frowned, continuing to gently apply ointment to her wound, “Who told you?”

Purple pursed her lips, not speaking.

“Did you hear it from the Graves Family?” Alexander guessed.

Outsiders only knew that the head of the Howard Family was named Roy Howard, but the members of the four major families were very clear that his Howard surname was illegitimate.

Alexander finished treating Purple’s wound, straightened her collar, and fastened the buttons. Then he sat down on the single-seat sofa next to her and picked up the half-smoked cigarette he had just abandoned.

He took a drag, slowly exhaling smoke. His expression was obscured within the haze, solemn and cold.

“I do have a fiancee,” he admitted, “but it’s a partnership for the sake of mutual benefit, involving the affairs of the Howard Family. I never intended to tell you.”

Purple felt a chill in her heart…

A bone-chilling cold spread through her limbs, making her shiver involuntarily.

He admitted it.

He had a fiancee.

No matter the excuse, it couldn’t change the fact that he had a fiancee.

Purple suddenly felt nauseous!

She felt so sick that she wanted to vomit!

“Does she know about me?” Purple asked, her voice faint, like a ghost in the cold night, carrying a chill.

Alexander furrowed his eyebrows, “Who?”

“Your fiancee.”

“Purple, our affair has nothing to do with her,” Alexander clasped her hand in his palm, holding it earnestly and explicitly telling her, “Initially, our engagement was a makeshift plan, involving the interests of the Howard Family. She has her own lover, and our marriage contract will be annulled sooner or later.”