Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime-Chapter 294 - : An Unsolvable Problem

Chapter 294: An Unsolvable Problem

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Zack Wallace really didn’t understand why Alexander Summers had to keep hiding the truth from Purple Summers.

It would clearly be a win-win situation if he just told her, yet he hid it tightly, and without giving any reason, forced Purple to accept him. What girl could endure being treated like this?

“If Miss Purple Summers knew your deep love for her, she would definitely be moved…”

Before he could finish speaking, Zack was fiercely stared at by Alexander and immediately fell silent.

Alexander’s gaze was gloomy, and his voice was as low as it could be: “If anyone dares to say one more word…”

Zack’s back went cold, and he promptly lowered his head in assurance: “Sir, rest assured, I will absolutely not leak it out!”

Alexander took out a cigarette, lit one, and spoke in a deep voice, “You don’t need to worry, I have everything under control. She’s just being stubborn right now. As time passes and we get married and have children, she will eventually stop thinking about it, and her heart will settle.”

Zack hesitated, wanting to say something but fearing to anger him and only causing displeasure.

Alexander glanced at him lightly, seemingly understanding his thoughts, “I’m hiding the truth from her for her own good. The turmoil she’s causing now is only temporary, and there will eventually come a day when it all subsides. But some things, if she found out, would leave a thorn in her heart that can’t be mended no matter how I made up for it or how much time passes.”

Being completely honest was essential, but for some truths, the damage left behind would be permanent, and it couldn’t be smoothed over by time alone.

Alexander didn’t want to take that risk.

He leaned against the door, smoking one cigarette after another, and filled with melancholic thoughts.

After finishing the last cigarette, Alexander took a long breath and stood outside the room for a while longer, waiting for the scent of smoke to dissipate from his clothes before going back inside.

Purple was still sleeping, her eyebrows furrowed and her face marked by dried tear stains, looking pitiful.

Alexander sat down gently beside her, silently watching her.

She was right there in front of him, yet his heart felt empty and cold.

Despite his cold and ruthless nature, Alexander’s heart was still made of flesh, and he too could feel pain.

Purple said she didn’t care and hoped he’d disappear.

He could act indifferent on the surface, or even assume that she was just a girl who didn’t mean what she said, but deep down, it hurt… Each word she spoke was like a needle piercing his heart, leaving no trace of blood or flesh, yet reaching deep within, hurting his soul.

Purple did not love him.

This was an indisputable fact. f𝚛ee𝐰𝗲𝐛n𝐨v𝚎𝗹.com

Alexander had always known that, because a long time ago, she didn’t love him either. So there was no reason for her to love him now.

She was very guarded, not showing love to anyone.

Alexander told himself over and over: My love for her is enough.

As for Purple’s love, it was a luxury Alexander no longer expected to receive.

Alexander had a strong sense of purpose and wouldn’t fret about something elusive, but in this moment, as he watched Purple’s sleeping face, he felt a sudden regret.

He gently stroked Purple’s face and whispered sadly, “If we could start over, maybe I could… keep you from hating me like this…”

Maybe he could try to be like Nathaniel Summers, patient and persistent, using sincerity to win the girl’s heart.

… Is it possible?

Given their social status as siblings, and her strong adherence to ethical principles, could she ever accept him?

An unsolvable puzzle.

All the misunderstandings and mistakes stemmed from one ill-fated ritual—if only the spirit of Suzanne Saunders had successfully entered May Francis’s body, there wouldn’t be the troubles of today.

Unfortunately, there are no what-ifs in this world.

The room was quiet and lonely, with Alexander Summers sitting despondently on the sofa, like a solitary and gloomy beast.