Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime - Chapter 972

Chapter 972: Chapter 972 Advance Payment_1 Chapter 972: Chapter 972 Advance Payment_1 So awkward.

A professional hazard, as soon as Purple Summers heard about a case, her brain cells became uncontrollably active.

Purple Summers laughed sheepishly, “Alright, you all have to take a flight back to Clearwater tomorrow, why don’t we call it an early night today?”

Jane McCain pouted, “We should really get some rest, if I keep listening, I’m bound to have nightmares.”

“Maybe you’ll dream about grilling a big catfish,” Aria Jackson joked.

“Officer Jackson, please spare me!” Jane McCain said between laughter and tears.

Everyone had a good laugh for a while before the gathering finally broke up and everyone went to their rooms to rest.

There were plenty of guest rooms in the house, with Jane McCain and Zara Jameson sharing one, and everyone else having their own rooms.

When Gerald Graves was heading to his room, he saw Allen Rivera stop Aria Jackson and the two spoke in hushed tones before heading to Rivera’s room together.

“Why is Officer Jackson going to Allen Rivera’s room?” he couldn’t help but ask Jane McCain beside him.

Jane McCain shrugged, “How should I know? Maybe they have work to discuss. They’re both in the judicial system, they must have a lot in common.”

After saying this, she seemed to remember the case with the big catfish that Rivera and Jackson had worked on together, and showed signs of goosebumps, rubbing her chilly arms before turning and walking away.

Gerald Graves felt a heavy feeling in his heart, indescribable, and also went back to his room.

…

At night, all was silent, with only the sounds of insects outside the window.

Purple Summers quietly nestled in Alexander Summers’ arms, slowly drifting to sleep.

Just as she was about to fall asleep, she vaguely heard Alexander Summers calling her name, and she softly responded.

In a low voice, Alexander Summers asked, “Have you ever considered becoming a lawyer after graduation?”

“Lawyer?” Purple Summers became somewhat more alert and looked up at him, “Why do you suddenly ask that?”

Alexander Summers sighed softly, pulled her closer into his embrace, and kissed her forehead, “You seem set on becoming a prosecutor.”

“Is there something wrong with being a prosecutor?” Purple asked.

“Is being a prosecutor a good thing?” Alexander challenged her, “The job is high-pressure, and every day you deal with either the grieving and angry relatives of victims, or cruel and violent criminals.”

Alexander Summers said, “Purple, the job is too dangerous. Wouldn’t it be better to choose to be a lawyer if you want to seek justice?”

Purple Summers was silent.

She had nothing against the job of a lawyer, but what she always wanted to be was a prosecutor.

The sense of achievement from these two jobs is entirely different: one defends the innocent from, the other condemns the wicked to, guilt.

Of course, when it comes to the danger involved, the prosecutor undoubtedly faces greater risks. That’s why every prosecutor has to learn shooting and combat techniques; even if they cannot master both arts and arms, they should at least possess the ability to defend themselves in the face of criminals.

“Helping the innocent and punishing the criminals are both important. Whether to choose being a lawyer or a prosecutor… I’ll think about it,” Purple smiled and pecked at Alexander’s lips, “Maybe by the time I graduate, I’ll change my mind and even consider becoming a judge… ”
Alexander Summers couldn’t help but chuckle. A female judge? He didn’t believe Purple could sit still for that.

Well, graduation was still two years away. For now, he needed to focus on planting a seed in her belly.

With a child to consider, perhaps without much persuasion, she would naturally steer clear of danger.

With this thought, Alexander Summers rolled over on top of her, capturing her snowy neck with his kisses, trailing slowly down to her collarbone.

Purple Summers’ sleepiness was completely chased away, half-heartedly protesting, “We just… this afternoon…”

“I know,” Alexander Summers’ hand slid into her nightgown, slowly caressing. Her skin was smooth and creamy to the touch, he removed her nightgown and whispered lowly, “We have to be at the Presidential Palace all day tomorrow. I’ll take tomorrow’s share in advance.”

Purple Summers’ breathing became erratic, her mind fuzzy with thought: This isn’t taking in advance, this is overdrawing…