The necklace Alexander Summers gave her was simple in style but exquisite. When Purple Summers wore it around her neck, it made her look even more elegant with her delicate, snow-white skin.
However, Purple felt as if she were wearing a pet collar.
Constriction, suffocation, lack of freedom.
They left the hotel room and took Alexander's private elevator, avoiding any onlookers.
When the elevator doors opened, Purple saw her car outside.
Her beloved car had been completely refurbished and was now parked next to Alexander's black Rolls Royce. One black, one pink, both were attention-grabbing.
Was the service at the repair shop so good that they would deliver the car right to the customer after maintenance?
No need to think about it. It must have been Alexander's doing.
"This is my third sister-in-law's car," Alexander said with a teasing smile. "How did it end up in your hands?"
"My elder brother gave it to me," Purple whispered.