Chapter 87: Chapter 87: Purple So Well-behaved

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…Silence.

Deathly silence filled the car.

Alexander Summers froze.

He had never been slapped by a woman before…

Gently touching his cheek, he felt a wet sensation – blood.

Purple must have scratched him with her fingernails when she hit him.

The blood-stained man looked like a terrifying demon…

Alexander’s eyes turned blood red. He slowly recovered and gripped Purple’s jaw with one hand, as if he could crush her in the next moment!

He was like an enraged lion!

“Purple, what did you promise me?” Alexander’s voice was hoarse and incredibly dangerous. “Do I need to remind you again?”

Purple was afraid of him, but she was also furious. “I didn’t go on a date with him! I just happened to run into him on my way here, and he gave me a lift to the cinema, that’s all!”

Alexander stared at her, as if trying to discern the truth in her words.

Purple bit her lip, defiantly meeting his gaze! Her watery eyes burned with anger and resentment.

She wasn’t lying.

The malicious look in Alexander’s eyes gradually faded…

“Is that really true?” Alexander’s expression softened a bit, and he asked quietly, “You two weren’t going to see a movie together?”

He had a complex about Nathaniel.

Fearful that Suzanne’s lingering love for Nathaniel would resurface, the sight of them together in front of the couple-filled cinema entrance earlier ignited his jealousy and he lost control completely.

He had already lost once and couldn’t bear to lose again.

Purple mocked him coldly: “Weren’t you very capable? Go and check! We didn’t even talk on the way here, are you satisfied now?”

Alexander’s face brightened, his lips curved into a slight smile, even forgetting that he had just been slapped.

He got off Purple and pulled her into his arms, helping her to re-fasten her buttons.

But with the way he had torn at her clothes earlier, the buttons disintegrated at his light touch, scattered all over the car, silently accusing him of his earlier violence.

“Don’t touch me!” Purple slapped his hand away, huddling in the corner, her broken clothes wrapped around her, her face streaked with angry tear tracks.

Seeing her aggrieved expression, Alexander knew he had gone too far…

He unbuttoned his own shirt.

Upon seeing Alexander removing his shirt, Purple, like a frightened rabbit, pressed her back against the car door, glaring at Alexander as if she were ready to jump out of the speeding car if he tried anything else.

Alexander looked at her, finding it both funny and heart-wrenching.

“Here, wear mine first.” He draped his shirt over her.

His shirt carried his scent — a mix of faint tobacco and the cool freshness of a man.

Purple wanted to stay as far away from him as possible, not willing to wear his shirt in the slightest!

However, her clothes were no longer able to cover her up, so she had to begrudgingly accept, thankful that Alexander’s shirt was roomy enough to cover her properly.

Alexander couldn’t help but pull her into his arms once more. (Censored part of the text)

Purple did not want to be touched and struggled in his embrace, “Get away from me! Don’t touch me!”

Alexander casually said, “If this one gets ripped too, there’ll be no clothes left.”

Purple shivered and stopped moving.

A faint smile curled Alexander’s lips as he affectionately kissed her forehead, “Such a good girl, Purple.”