Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime-Chapter 1046: Warmth_1

Purple Summers was engulfed by a sense of self-loathing.

She had thought herself not the kind of person to judge by appearances, and now she realized she was no exception.

"If you don’t believe it, what then?" Alexander Summers teased her over the phone.

Purple came back to her senses.

"...If I don’t believe it..." Her voice trailed off, Purple was feeling down, no longer in the mood for jokes, "Believe it or not, whatever, doesn’t matter." freewebnσvel.cøm

After saying that, she fell silent, as if sulking.

"What’s wrong?" Alexander was somewhat surprised, sensing something off with her mood.

Purple replied, "It’s nothing."

Her voice was weak, making Alexander feel she was brushing him off.

"Purple, are you angry?" He was puzzled and unsure, had he said something to offend her? Yet they always talked like this, and he had never seen Purple angry before.

Purple also felt that it was kind of pointless.

She was just angry at herself.

"I’m fine, maybe just a bit tired," she replied languidly, not wanting to cause Alexander unnecessary worry, but indeed she had lost the desire to chat.

Alexander grew more dubious.

If Purple were here, he could embrace her, tenderly caress and kiss her, making every effort to understand her thoughts, and do his best to soothe her mood.

But Purple wasn’t there, and the distance across the phone only intensified Alexander’s feelings of longing!

"If you’re tired, you should go to bed early, and remember to soak your feet in warm water before sleeping," Alexander said smoothly, his voice soft and low.

The phone call ended there.

While on the phone, Purple felt disheartened, thinking she had nothing to say, but now that the call had ended, her mood inexplicably sunk even lower.

She sat at the table, staring at the half bowl of soup left, without any appetite left.

Purple felt disheartened, thinking she was being overly sentimental.

She went upstairs to wash up, curled up into bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

Getting up at night to use the restroom, she realized her period had arrived, and suddenly, her chest felt lighter.

As if with the arrival of her period, she could make excuses for all those inexplicable feelings, irritability, anxiety, despondence, even including her lethargy.

But then she immediately thought of Alexander’s persistence about having children...

A deeper sense of loss enveloped her.

Why wasn’t she pregnant yet?

Almost four months into the marriage, they had been quite active, she had carefully calculated every ovulation period, and she had been taking folic acid tablets for quite some time...

Was there something wrong?

They had been married for less than half a year; maybe she shouldn’t be in such a hurry... but she had also heard that the first three months of marriage have the highest chances of getting pregnant...

Purple lay back in bed, her hands and feet cold, curling up like a shrimp, one hand on her stomach, feeling even colder there.

She felt cold all over.

As the later part of the night warmed up, it was as if someone had lit a fire beside her.

She instinctively drew warmth from it, moving closer and closer to the flames, wanting to squeeze into them to make herself warmer.

In a half-dream, she found herself nestled in Alexander’s arms.

"What time is it?" Purple mumbled.

Alexander kissed her forehead, "It’s not yet five, go back to sleep."

Purple then closed her eyes again, obediently falling asleep.

This time, she slept quite peacefully and securely, not opening her eyes until nine in the morning.

Well-rested with her thoughts clear, feeling more spirited, she asked Alexander, "Didn’t you say you were busy, so how come you’re back all of a sudden?"

Alexander had also just woken up, having rushed over by plane during the night, finally getting a good sleep.

"I missed you," he said calmly, not mentioning the previous night’s phone call.

After a moment of thought, Purple realized he was worried about her. Her heart felt warm and sweet, and within the sweetness a touch of sourness...

She looked up and kissed his chin.

The stubble that he hadn’t had the chance to shave pricked her soft lips; Purple’s mood inexplicably brightened, and her lips curled up in a faint smile, "Don’t do that next time, it’ll hurt my heart."

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