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Chapter 226 - 226: Habits are Terrifying

Chapter 226: Chapter 226: Habits are Terrifying

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For a moment, 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 Summers 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 became.

Purple Summers no longer wanted to think about this.

Behind her, Alexander Summers 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 Summers let him have his way, closed her eyes, unmoving. Bitterness filled her heart.

She was really done for.

She had already become accustomed to Alexander Summers’ touch, so much so that the shame associated with these intimate gestures had become 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 Summers was truly afraid to become 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 Summers’ delicate body nestled in the man’s embrace, her breaths soft and even.

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

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

When she woke up, Alexander Summers 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 Summers stayed at home to take care of Purple Summers while she was sick was nothing short of miraculous.

After all, Alexander Summers 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 times, he had to simultaneously fight for territory, maintain his influence, and guard against being toppled from power.

Alexander Summers must be truly busy.

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

Purple Summers 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 Summers squinted subconsciously, her mood brightened by the beautiful weather outside.

Only when she was around Alexander Summers 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 Summers hadn’t eaten well and had lost a lot of weight.

Atra Blanc was extremely distressed about it.

Purple Summers, 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 Summers, not weak like a chicken.

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

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

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

Marcel’s voice sounded like a funeral wail, as he lamented, “Little sister, did you send Ms. Maple to the law firm? Could you not play with me 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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