"You don't remember your own birthday?" Purple Summers asked in surprise, turning to look at him, "Why did you come back then?"
Alexander Summers was silent for a moment before saying, "You tell me, why did I come back?"
Purple: "..."
Could it be... that he came back just to congratulate her on winning the lawsuit?
The bouquet of white roses was still on the bed. Because of their recent entanglement, the flowers were scattered chaotically, and the white petals spread out one after another, carrying a rich and mysterious scent.
There was a slow silence in the room, creating a warm and intimate atmosphere.
Purple felt uncomfortable, tightening the quilt around her and sulking, "Who knows? You're always appearing out of nowhere."
"You're such a little contradiction," Alexander Summers laughed lightly, then moved closer, his burning breath making her shiver slightly.
He was so tall and strong, that when he hugged her from behind, he was like a mountain - solid and dependable.
