Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime - Chapter 469: 469: Tyrant (Extra for Huā Ān rén mò's reward)

Chapter 469: Chapter 469: Tyrant (Extra for Huā Ān rén mò’s reward)

“No,” Purple Summers refused without even thinking.

“Zack Wallace is always following you around. What if you get recognized?” Purple Summers was furious, “You always come up with terrible ideas!”

But Alexander Summers was stubborn, stating bluntly, “Either don’t go, or let Zack Wallace accompany you.”

“How can you be so unreasonable?” Purple Summers was almost at a loss for words. She didn’t want Zack Wallace to follow her for his sake, didn’t she? Wasn’t it all for him?

If she wasn’t worried about his identity being exposed, why would she be so cautious and careful?

Purple Summers had no choice but to negotiate with him, “You can follow, but you are not allowed to show your face! Have Zack Wallace stay in the car!”

Alexander Summers thought for a moment, and unexpectedly agreed for the first time.

The next morning, the family was eating breakfast at the table.

Purple Summers told Atra Blanc that she had made plans to eat out with a friend at noon, so Atra wouldn’t need to prepare too much food and waste it.

Alexander Summers kept a gloomy face, looking very displeased.

He scrutinized Purple Summers and noticed that she hadn’t dressed up specially today, which brought him some comfort.

Just before leaving, Alexander Summers asked Purple Summers, “Where are the earrings I gave you?”

Purple Summers was taken aback by the question, touched her ears, and replied, “They’re too valuable, so I put them away.”

Alexander Summers immediately burst into anger, “What do you care about their value? If I gave them to you, you should wear them often. Otherwise, what are they for? Are they for breeding little babies?”

Purple Summers looked at her outfit and hesitated, “But they don’t really match my clothes…”

“Then go change,” Alexander Summers said.

The corners of Purple Summers’s mouth twitched slightly, finding his logic to be nothing short of banditry. Just to wear the earrings he gifted, she had to change her entire outfit!

“Tyrant!” she cursed him before storming back to her room.

When she came out again, Purple Summers had put on the earrings and also changed into a different outfit.

Even though she had done everything exactly as Alexander Summers wished, he felt a bitter taste in his heart.

Because she looked too beautiful…

Letting her go out like that felt like a wolf grooming its own sheep, only to send it off to another wolf’s den.

——It frustrated him to no end.

Seeing the discontent on Alexander’s face, Purple Summers immediately became alert, suspiciously asking, “What are you dissatisfied with now? I think you’re just trying to delay me on purpose so I won’t make my appointment!”

Alexander Summers tugged at the corner of his mouth, feeling that his Little Baby had become increasingly sharp-witted…

He cleared his throat slightly, “Come back early.”

Purple Summers gave him a curious look and left with her bag.

Today, Zack Wallace was her driver, taking her to her destination.

The place Gavin Graves had chosen was a high-end French restaurant.

This restaurant was membership-only, and ordinary people couldn’t get a reservation even if they had the money.

Purple Summers felt something was off, it seemed a bit too formal, but then she considered Gavin Graves’s status and thought it might not be suitable to go to an ordinary restaurant.

Gavin Graves had arrived earlier than she had.

As soon as Purple Summers walked in, an attendant politely asked if she was Ms. Summers and then led her to Gavin Graves’s table.

Even though it was daytime, the light inside the restaurant was dim, with warm and soft light spilling from above each table, creating a romantic and charming atmosphere. The voices of the patrons were almost whispers, which felt rather intimate.

Purple Summers couldn’t help frowning, feeling even more uneasy…

This didn’t seem like a place for a proper business talk.

…Perhaps Gavin Graves preferred this kind of mood?

With such thoughts in her mind, Purple Summers had already approached Gavin Graves.

“Ms. Summers,” Gavin Graves looked as refined and scholarly as ever, no different from usual. He gallantly pulled out a chair for her, “Please have a seat.”

Purple Summers sat down and noticed a vase of red roses on the table, her heart skipped a few beats immediately.

Could it be…

Could Gavin Graves actually like her?