Chapter 268: Must Be GAY
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In Alexander’s love, there was always a touch of spine-chilling.
Purple Summers never understood why Alexander loved her. This thought spun around in her mind, and she couldn’t help but ask herself, is this love?
What is love?
Purple Summers had never loved anyone before.
She used to think that love was like what happened between Nathaniel and Jade Carlson, but she saw with her own eyes how ambiguous their rtionship was… Purple Summers’ understanding of love became blurred as a result.
Alexander took her to the school gate.
When Purple Summers was about to get out of the car, Alexander grabbed her, took out a gun he carried with him, and stuffed it into her bag.
“Next time someone climbs through the window, use this.” For once, he put away his arrogant and unrestrained attitude, looking serious and earnestly advising her. “I’ll leave Zack Wace with you, find him if you need anything.”
The ck, heavy handgun was both delicate and fierce.
Purple Summers’ scalp tingled, and she refused, “I don’t need this! Take it back.”
She was aw-abiding citizen; was she really expected to shoot anyone casually like him?
Even if she were unlucky enough to have someone break in through the window again, she could still shout for help or call the police – how could she possibly shoot someone?
“Listen, put it away.” Alexander’s brows furrowed slightly, a warning glint in his dark eyes. “When Ie back, if I find out that you’ve even lost a single hair, do you believe I’ll deal with you?”
Such verbal threats… Purple Summers was bing immune to them.
“…I understand, brother.” Purple Summers sighed, put on the bag, and got out of the car.
Before leaving, Alexander pinched her cheek.
She rubbed her face as she walked through the school gate, feeling like she had forgotten something.
When she sat down at her desk, she remembered—she’d forgotten to talk to Alexander about their rtionship issue.
She med it on staying up toote the previous night and getting up too early that day; she’d been so groggy that she’d forgotten to bring up the matter.
However…
Even if she did want to talk about it, it seemed like there was no way to bring it up, right?
Although her original intention was to express her self-respect and self-love, and that she would never be his ything, affair partner, sex partner, or any other rolecking respect for her dignity.
But once a girl took the initiative to bring up such a topic, it inexplicably gave a feeling of seeking a rtionship confirmation.
As if she couldn’t wait to be Alexander’s official girlfriend.
How bizarre.
At lunchtime, students flocked to the cafeteria.
As usual, Purple Summers ate with Zara Jameson and Jane McCain; Ryan Wesley thoughtfully saved seats for them in advance.
While they ate, Jane shared more gossip—
This time, it wasn’t about Gavin Graves or Gerald Graves, but rather about the Howard family head, Roy Howard.
“News of him is always avable, but you never see his photos; the outside world knows very little about him. The only thing that can be confirmed is that he’s not married, has no children, and there are no women around him.”
Purple Summers couldn’t help but listen carefully, wanting to know what others thought of Alexander.
Zara looked just as curious.
“Don’t think that just because he has no women around him, that means he’s clean and virtuous.” Jane narrowed her eyes, looking like a gossip expert as she continued, “Such influential figures have to be cautious of people hurting or killing them all the time, let alone choosing women. They’re afraid that the women they sleep with could be spies or assassins. If Roy doesn’t have a woman, it’s because he wants to cherish his life!”
Ryan Wesley sneered, “You make it sound like nobody else cherishes their life.”
Jane choked, looking displeased.
Ignoring Ryan, she continued to share her insights with her close female friends: “I think Roy must be gay…”
“Hey! Can you stop talking nonsense?!” Ryan Wesley mmed the table and stood up.