Chapter 226: Habits are Terrifying

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.