Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime - Chapter 966

Chapter 966: Chapter 966 Mrs._1 Chapter 966: Chapter 966 Mrs._1 “Mm, I remember,” Alexander Summers replied.

Purple Summers teasingly asked, “And do you still remember which one is the Purple Summers constellation?”

Alexander Summers pointed upward with his hand.

Purple Summers immediately laughed, “I knew you were going to spout nonsense! See, you can’t remember, can you?”

Alexander Summers said indifferently, “The intention is what matters most. As long as you put your heart into it, any star can be the Purple Summers constellation.”

“Hmph, sweet talker,” Purple Summers muttered coquettishly.

She knew he was bluffing, yet it still felt sweet, still felt warm.

The two stopped talking, quietly looking at the summer night sky.

Purple Summers found it incredible that two years ago at this time, she had perished in Clearwater, yet two years later, she had become his wife.

Looking back at everything that had happened over these two years, it all felt more vivid and lively than the first twenty years of her life.

It was as if from the moment she met him, the days she had lived before seemed dull and listless, like she was a walking corpse devoid of any zest for life.

Why?

…Was it because of love?

Purple Summers curved her lips upwards in a small smile.

Alexander Summers looked down and asked her, “What are you thinking about?”

Close to his chest, Purple Summers felt bashful and mumbled shyly, “Nothing.”

“You must be thinking of me,” Alexander Summers declared shamelessly.

Purple Summers wanted to scold him for being shameless, but then she realized that she had indeed been thinking of him, so she couldn’t quite bring herself to do it and just glared at him resentfully.

Her glare carried no weight, instead her eyes were brimming with allure, shimmering with captivating luster and endless charm.

Alexander Summers’s heart skipped a beat.

She had a kind of magic over him: a smile, a look, that could leave him utterly bewitched.

He looked at the girl before him, her sleepy hair messy, gently touching her ear, drifting into his heart like a dream, bringing a tickling sweetness.

Alexander Summers couldn’t resist kissing her, lavishing her with tenderness, his breath becoming heavier and heavier…

Their second time was even more natural.

Purple Summers felt like a small boat helplessly drifting in the overwhelming sea, occasionally being tossed onto the terrifying crests of waves. She was at a loss, calling out his name over and over in confusion, only to be met with even wilder surges, without an end in sight.

The stars were cool like water, and their love was bewitching and sweet.

…

The next day, when she opened her eyes, it was already past nine in the morning, and Purple Summers couldn’t believe she had slept so soundly.

Usually, she would sleep until eight at the latest, and even on holidays, she would wake up early and then laze around in bed, reading or playing on her phone.

It seemed they had been too boisterous the night before.

Purple Summers didn’t dare delay, and quickly got out of bed to dress and wash up.

Today she had arranged for friends to come over for a gathering, and nothing was ready yet!

When she came downstairs, she saw two additional people in the house; Alexander Summers was talking to them.

Hearing Purple Summers’s footsteps, Alexander Summers turned around and introduced them, “These are Uncle Taylor and Aunt Taylor, who will be in charge of the household from now on.”

They were a middle-aged couple, appearing to be in their forties or fifties, down-to-earth and kindly, smiling in a way that suggested a long-married couple.

They greeted Purple Summers, “Good morning, ma’am.”

Something warm stirred in Purple Summers’s heart, her smile tinged with shyness.

She was a wife now.

…Alexander Summers’s wife.

“Aunt Taylor will handle the kitchen and cleaning, while Uncle Taylor will take care of mowing the lawn, exterminating pests, and things like plumbing or fixing light bulbs,” said Alexander Summers. “Let Uncle Taylor and Aunt Taylor know when your friends will arrive so they can start preparing.”

“I’ve arranged to meet them at three o’clock,” Purple Summers responded.

To attend Purple Summers’s wedding reception, Aria Jackson and others had made a special trip from Clearwater to Kingsley, but with the previous day’s wedding being so busy, Purple Summers didn’t have time to entertain them. Hence, they made plans to meet again the next day, as a send-off of sorts, knowing that once the school term began, it would be hard for them to see each other again.