Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

Chapter 284: Don’t Cry (Additional Chapter for over 40,000 weekly recommendation votes)

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Fiancee?

Purple Summers’ footsteps faltered slightly, and then the corners of her mouth couldn’t help but rise.

She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but it felt like a warm current was flowing through her heart, a sweet and cozy sweetness.

The preciousness of a woman often wasn’t innate, but was brought out by the men who cherished her.

Although Alexander Summers often angered her to the point of half-death, more often than not, his actions, his words, and his demeanor all made Purple Summers feel precious and extraordinary, like a rare treasure.

She had been struggling with whether Alexander was playing with her, but if he saw her as his fiancee, her feelings would be much better.

With that in mind, she realized that she was actually looking forward to… having a social status, and recognition.

Purple Summers felt she was very useless, holding hope for a rogue like him, but the joy in her heart was real and unmistakable. Thus, she was both embarrassed and annoyed, yet also excited and happy, a mixture of emotions, like an awkward girl who had just had her first taste of love…

On the other end of the line, Jane McCain was still fretting over Master Xander’s age: “Is this true? You’re not lying to me?… My God, the Howard Family’s family head is so young! Whoever gets engaged to him is so lucky!”

Ryan Wesley smirked, “That’s none of your business. Anyway, she’s more noble and beautiful than you. She’s a top student who has studied in France. Don’t spread any baseless rumors about him being gay, or else you don’t want to live anymore?”

Jane McCain pouted, “I’m not stupid. I only say it in front of you guys. If it’s spread outside, it must be you who has let it leak!”

Ryan Wesley glared, “Hey, you woman…”

Whatever they said next, Purple Summers could no longer hear…

She stiffly turned around, and step by step walked towards the classroom. With every step, the joy that was nestled in her heart dispersed.

By the time she reached the classroom door, she felt completely cold…

Like falling into a winter lake and being engulfed and wrapped by cold waves, so cold… so cold that it hurt to the bone.

The bell rang, and the students rushed into the classroom. Someone bumped into her from behind, and Purple Summers staggered. The person apologized, but Purple Summers seemed numb, as if she hadn’t heard it.

She didn’t even know when the class started or when it ended. She was in a daze until physical education class, following her classmates to the playground.

Zara Jameson and Jane McCain saw that Purple Summers looked pale and both were worried about her, thinking that she was feeling unwell because of her period.

Today they were practicing volleyball, and the physical education teacher let Purple Summers sit on the side and rest.

Purple Summers sat quietly, watching her classmates running around, catching and throwing the ball. Her face was expressionless, and her heart was empty.

A ball suddenly flew over at an angle. Purple Summers heard someone shout, “Move! Quick, get out of the way!”

She sat there, unresponsive, and was struck in the forehead by the ball—

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Are you okay?”

“Is everything alright? Oh no, you’re bleeding!…”

“…Hurry to the school doctor’s office!”

With students chattering, the physical education teacher got startled and immediately asked Zara Jameson to accompany Purple Summers to the school doctor’s office.

Purple Summers, however, felt as if she had been awakened by the impact… Perhaps she really needed such a heavy blow to wake herself up.

The school doctor took out medicine to disinfect the wound for Purple Summers.

“It may sting a little, but it won’t be too painful. Just bear with it.”

Although it was just a minor injury, Grey’s students were either rich or noble, and since the injury was on the girl’s face, the doctor was extra careful.

The cold medicine touched the wound, the doctor carefully wiped it away, and whispered, “Don’t worry, it won’t leave any scars. Don’t cry.”

Don’t cry.

These two words seemed to be the key to some psychological suggestion. Purple Summers’ eyes began to feel hot. She reflexively closed her eyes, but it was still too late.

…Tears streamed uncontrollably from her eyes.

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