Chapter 64: The Bully


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    How could she not be afraid?


    In her first half of life, she had faced all kinds of criminals: cunning, vicious, and cold-blooded. But none of them were like Alexander Summers.


    He was a bully.


    And he was a bully that could control her every move.


    Now, this bully was beckoning her over…


    Purple Summers didn’t move, cautiously staring at him.


    Alexander said, “Are youing over on your own, or should I carry you over?”


    Purple bit her lip and reluctantly went over.


    Alexander pulled her down to sit next to him, extremely close.


    He turned on the TV, randomly picked a channel, and watched a TV show while ying with Purple’s little hand.


    Purple felt both relieved and ufortable all over. Relieved, because Alexander hadn’t gone crazy; ufortable, because Alexander kept touching her.


    He pinched her fingers, scratched her palm, and wrapped her long hair over her shoulder around his fingers, circle after circle.


    Purple was annoyed.


    Alexander noticed her broken fingernails. Earlier on the bed, she had hit and scratched him, probably injuring her nails then.


    He got up to fetch the nail clippers and ced Purple’s hand on his leg, carefully and gently clipping her nails as if treating a beloved pet.


    Purple didn’t resist. Basically, as long as Alexander didn’t go too far, she could tolerate it now.


    The TV was showing an episode of the Water Margin series.


    Wu Song stripped Pan Jinlian’s clothes, stabbed her in the chest, removed her heart, and then chopped off her head, blood sshing three feet high.


    Alexander nced over casually, finished clipping thest nail, and arranged Purple’s ten fingers in front of his eyes, a satisfied smile on his thin lips. “Women who flirt with men outside usually don’t end well.” He held Purple’s hand and gently kissed the back of it. “I’m not home most of the time, so be good and don’t let me see or hear anything bad.”


    Purple got goosebumps.


    He was not only perverted but also showed symptoms of male chauvinism!


    Purple didn’t want to be restrained by him, nor did she want to anger him, so she lowered her posture and tried to reason with him: “But living together, we’ll inevitably bump into each other, and we can’t just ignore each other…” “Nathaniel won’t be back for a while.” Alexander said indifferently.


    Purple’s heart sank slightly, knowing that he must have done something behind the scenes.


    This man was too terrifying, hiding his power in the dark and manipting the Summers Family at will. His scheming alone was enough to send chills down one’s spine.


    Purple began to worry. Could she really escape Alexander’s ws in the future? Alexander seemed to care a lot about Nathaniel’s presence. His dark, deep eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice was cold, “Even if hees back, you are not allowed to have any contact with him.”


    Purple thought for a moment and asked, “What about my elder brother?”


    Although Dn was over fifty, he was still a man.


    “If hees to see you, have your mother apany you.”


    Purple was speechless, as he was even guarding against a man in his fifties. “What about the male servants in the house?” she asked again, then became somewhat bolder, listing them off on her fingers, “The security guards, gardeners, cooks, drivers… they’re all men.”


    Upon hearing this, Alexander narrowed his deep, mysterious eyes, and his expression was both amused and creepy…


    Purple shivered.


    Alexander hadn’t done anything to her yet, but Purple was already scared. “Brother, I understand. I won’t say an extra word to them!”


    The gloominess disappeared from Alexander’s eyes, reced by a wicked smile. He gently stroked Purple’s head, “Good girl, Purple.”


    Such praise didn’t make Purple happy. Instead, it only made her more disheartened.


    She was feeling down and med herself: Suzanne Saunders, you’re so worthless!