Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime - Chapter 1030

Chapter 1030: Chapter 1030 Accident Happened_1 Chapter 1030: Chapter 1030 Accident Happened_1 Gavin Graves glanced down to check the time.

It was midnight.

“Did you wait until Purple fell asleep to call and scold me?” Gavin Graves said with a light laugh, “It seems your relationship with her isn’t as close as it appears.”

“Don’t change the subject,” Alexander Summers asked him, “Why were all those shots cut?”

Gavin Graves replied, “There is a time limit for the show, and only clips that are of broadcasting value are edited in.”

“Is it because they have no broadcast value, or is it you who doesn’t want people to see them?” Alexander Summers chuckled meaningfully, “Gavin Graves, you’re not playing fair.”

Gavin Graves was silent for a moment before saying, “It’s late, I’m going to sleep.”

“What’s the rush?” Alexander Summers said, “Speaking of our marriage, you haven’t offered your blessings yet. How about you give them now?”

Gavin Graves gave a helpless laugh, “Always wanting more–aren’t you afraid of ‘excessive joy leading to sorrow’? If Purple ever leaves you, don’t come crying to me.”

“Bad luck!” Alexander Summers said, slightly annoyed, and was about to retort when Gavin Graves had already hung up the phone.

Alexander Summers looked at the phone with the call ended, lips slightly curved upwards, a playful smirk on his face.

If he hadn’t been part of the recording himself, he might not have noticed that all the parts where he was sweet on his dog had been deleted from the show.

Specifically, any mention of how much Purple Summers liked him was cut, but the parts about how much he liked Purple Summers were kept.

For instance, his opening remark about how Purple Summers easily blushed around him was neatly trimmed away.

The original expression by Alexander Summers was meant to convey a mutual affection, but after the cuts, it felt like he only managed to win her over by his relentless pursuit.

However…

It indeed seemed to be the case.

The person in the bed murmured something in her sleep, as if she were displeased.

Alexander Summers hurried over.

Purple Summers opened her sleepy eyes and muttered in complaint, “Why did you leave halfway through? The bed has gone cold…”

Alexander Summers kissed her and carefully wrapped her in his arms, “It’s not cold anymore.”

Purple wiggled around in his arms, adjusting her position for a while, until she finally fell asleep.

Alexander Summers also closed his eyes.

…

After the public relations crisis had passed, Purple Summers’ fame grew a bit more.

Purple continued to attend school classes as usual, neither anxious when slandered nor overly composed when praised.

Her indifference to honor and disgrace somehow garnered even more admiration.

Actually, Purple was just waiting.

She felt that things weren’t over yet.

After silently following the online trends for a few days with no fluctuations, Purple thought it over and instructed Manager Charles, “Assign someone to keep an eye on her. Also, have someone check where she’s been visiting recently and who she’s met.”

Cedric Spencer was somewhat puzzled.

Purple added, “For now, don’t let the people at the Presidential Palace know, to avoid unnecessary trouble. I hope I’m just being overly cautious.”

Manager Charles nodded in agreement and went to make the arrangements.

Just two days later, Manager Charles returned with news that the person in question had met someone; the person sent to follow was too far to hear what they conversed about. However, the secretive way they met suggested it wasn’t something that could stand the light of day.

After hearing this, Purple fell silent for a long while.

Manager Charles asked, “Are you sure you don’t want to tell Mr. President? The other party is plotting carefully; it may bode ill.”

“What’s the use of telling the president now? She’s only met with someone, nothing more,” Purple said, “If I really did tell, she might just turn things around and accuse me of investigating her.”

Cedric Spencer was very worried.

Although Purple appeared untroubled, she too harbored unease–not over her own fate but concern for the foolish things the other party might do.

She hoped it wouldn’t result in an irreparable situation, which would be troublesome indeed.

The more she thought about it, the more vexed she became. That night, Purple went to bed early.

Alexander Summers had gone to Pearlpoint. Alone in the bed, Purple felt it was several degrees colder than usual and tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

In the middle of the night, she received a call from Caitlin Carter, her voice urgent, “Purple, can you come to the police station? Violet, something has happened to Violet…”