Alexander Summers held her all the way.
Fortunately, he didn't do anything outrageous, probably for fear of truly angering her.
Purple Summers ignored him and didn't look at him, her eyes were fixed on the scenery passing by outside the window.
She didn't want to talk to Alexander, so she didn't ask where this car was going.
There was no point in asking either; in Alexander's hands, she was like a small pet with no rights at all.
The car traveled steadily but the view outside was monotonous. Purple, after making a scene, gradually felt tired...
Before she knew it, she had fallen asleep in Alexander's embrace.
Like a hedgehog that had sheathed its quills, she let down her guard and showed her most vulnerable side, exposing her soft underbelly.
Maybe even she couldn't explain why the most dangerous arms felt like the most secure place for her.
Alexander carefully adjusted his position to make her sleep more comfortably.
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