Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

Chapter 404: Chapter 405 Disaster l

Purple Summers’s heart skipped a beat.

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When she looked up again to observe carefully, her view was obstructed by a passing bus. By the time the bus moved away, there was nothing but an empty road.

Purple Summers murmured to herself, “I’m just overreacting.”

Alexander Summers’s possessiveness had cast a shadow over her, making her anxious and fearful every time she interacted with another man, just in case Alexander would suddenly appear out of nowhere.

Even when she believed she was just socializing normally, it was pointless.

Because Alexander’s way of thinking was simply too bizarre; she could never reason with him.

She thought to herself, “I should have invited Larissa Hamilton to join us for lunch today. With another girl present, even if that lunatic finds out, there probably wouldn’t be any trouble.”

But then she reconsidered, “No, inviting Larissa would make it two men and two women, which would be even harder to explain!”

Sigh, dealing with Alexander is so difficult!

Meanwhile, Allen Rivera had already poured her a warm cup of sake.

The aroma was rich and inviting, whetting her appetite.

Purple Summers wasn’t very familiar with Japanese food, though she had tried it a few times and found it mediocre. This time, however, she was pleasantly surprised, shattering her impression of bland Japanese cuisine.

The aftertaste was fragrant, with an astonishing texture.

Especially the signature dish, sea urchin rolled in wagyu beef. Slightly seared wagyu wrapped around perilla leaves and fresh sea urchin, paired with a special sauce—when she bit into it, the richness of the wagyu, the sweetness of the sea urchin, and the flavor of the perilla blended harmoniously in her mouth, creating a wonderful symphony of flavors that was so delicious it was almost dizzying.

When Purple Summers enjoyed good food, she felt immersed in happiness, and her face unwittingly revealed a joyful smile.

Seeing his own taste affirmed, Allen Rivera was also in a good mood and served Purple Summers a white shrimp.

“Try the white shrimp here. The ingredients are flown in fresh from Fuji Bay every morning,” he said.

Purple Summers took a bite; it was soft, tender, sweet, and not the least bit fishy—a delightful surprise.

“Delicious!” Her eyes curved into crescents, like the shape of a waxing moon.

Purple Summers was completely satisfied with the meal.

After they finished eating, Allen Rivera went back to the Prosecutor’s Office to work, and Marcel Jefferson offered to take Purple Summers home. She declined, saying she could just take a taxi.

With an incident just having happened at the law firm today, it was good for Marcel to return early and maintain morale.

Purple Summers left the Japanese restaurant first, only to freeze in her tracks outside.

There, parked outside, was a familiar silver-gray Maybach…

Alexander’s usual means of transport consisted of two vehicles, one was a black Rolls Royce, and the other was the car before her eyes.

“I didn’t stay out all night; I just went out for lunch, and he actually found out…” Purple Summers grumbled to herself, “Is such exaggeration really necessary?”

Despite her strong dissatisfaction with his domineering control, she obediently opened the car door and got in.

The car was filled with the strong smell of smoke; Purple Summers immediately frowned and covered her mouth and nose.

“How much did you smoke?” she couldn’t help but ask.

Alexander didn’t answer her. He just silently rolled down the window to let the smell of smoke dissipate and then started the car.

Today, Alexander was driving himself, without a driver or Zack Wallace.

Sitting in the backseat, Purple Summers couldn’t see Alexander’s expression, but his silence made the atmosphere feel oppressive…

…What was going on?

Purple Summers was anxious.

The car drove smoothly, and Alexander remained silent.

This was highly unusual. Normally, whenever they met, he would either tease her physically or harass her with words, never as cold and indifferent as now.

Purple Summers really wanted to ask him what was wrong, but seeing his dark expression in the rearview mirror, she grew timid and wasn’t sure how to start the conversation.

Hesitant, she reached for her phone and fiddled with it, only to unexpectedly discover a text message that had failed to send.

Purple Summers’s heart tightened in an instant!

Damn.