Purple Summers felt desperate.
——She couldn't handle Alexander Summers, but he could do whatever he wanted to her.
After her rebirth, everything seemed to be going her way, and she could handle everything except Alexander.
He was like a stubborn nail embedded deep in her path, not blocking her way, but making her stumble every now and then!
What a detestable man...
Lying in his arms, Purple secretly despised him.
His arms were too stiff; not as soft and comfortable as a pillow; His embrace was too close, not as warm and breathable as a thin blanket.
She felt uncomfortable, upset and restless, thinking: there's no way she can sleep tonight, she's going to have insomnia.
Yet slowly, she became accustomed to the cool masculine scent around her and found it strangely comforting...
She fell asleep.
The speed of her sleep was faster than she imagined.
Alexander felt her breathe deeply and smoothly. He gently kissed her hair, a satisfied warmth in his gaze.