Chapter 61: Chapter 61: Warmed Up
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It was a peaceful night.
Purple Summers had a good sleep, opened her eyes, and saw the brilliant sunlight seeping through the gaps in the curtains. In the golden-orange light, white particles slowly floated, making everything tranquil and cozy.
Without Alexander, it was so nice…
She stretched her arms, cheerfully got out of bed, and then moved the flower vase and chair blocking the door one by one.
After freshening up, she went downstairs for breakfast.
At the table, Atra Blanc looked at Purple with a sigh of a daughter growing up, “My little Purple has grown up and become more and more beautiful.”
Purple grinned and replied, “I’m still young, Mom is the most beautiful.”
This was Purple’s sincere compliment, not flattery.
Alexander’s good looks were half inherited from Atra Blanc. Atra was extremely beautiful and enchanting, although she was almost fifty, she looked like she was in her early thirties. Even her figure was still graceful, with no trace of aging. She was definitely the envy of many women.
If Purple hadn’t spent some time with her mother and learned more about her, she would have suspected that Atra had undergone photorejuvenation or cosmetic surgeries like facelifts and wrinkle removal.
Atra was very happy to be praised by her daughter and laughed, “Mom is old, beauty doesn’t matter.”
She took a bank card from her bag and handed it to Purple, her eyes filled with love, “Here, this is for you.”
Purple, who was drinking preserved egg and lean meat porridge, took it blankly.
Atra said, “I’ve already deposited your tuition and living expenses, and I’ll deposit some living expenses into this account every month.”
Purple was shocked and looked at Atra.
Where did Atra get that much money?!
Although she had once received Old Master Summers’ favor, after his death, she had been oppressed and humiliated by Mrs. Summers for nearly ten years, and her resources should have been long exhausted!
…Even if Atra had saved some money under Mrs. Summers’ watch, it should have been her retirement fund, her lifeline! She didn’t use it for her son’s expenses, but instead for her foster daughter’s tuition?
300 thousand.
Even Dylan Summers would have felt the pinch. Purple believed that for Atra, it had to be a huge sum of money.
But without any hesitation, she handed it over to Purple, full of love and trust.
Purple was deeply moved and it took her a long time to recover.
Somehow, the tip of her nose felt a little sour.
She was an abandoned child, loved only by her grandmother growing up. Atra’s warmth reminded her of the days she lived with her grandmother…
“Why are you looking at Mom like that?” Atra smiled, “When you go to school, study hard, listen to your teachers, it doesn’t matter if you can’t catch up with the grades at first, just go slow, don’t worry…”
“Mom, stop talking…” Purple lowered her head, unconsciously stirring the porridge in her bowl with a spoon, her voice muffled.
If the conversation continued, she would want to cry.
Unexpectedly, her first warmth after being reborn came from this sweet, naive foster mother.
After breakfast, Atra took out a few new dresses she had bought for Purple while she was out yesterday.
She wanted her daughter to go to the new school looking beautiful.
There were casual sportswear, ladylike dresses, and a tea silk embroidered tight-fitting slit dress.
The slit dress was lake blue with elegant jasmine patterns, unique and charming. Purple liked it a lot.
However, a slit dress like this, unlike other clothes, required tailored to fit. Atra had purchased one, but Purple didn’t know whether it would fit or not.
Purple went back to her room to try on the clothes.
The modified slit dress had a zipper at the back for easy dressing. Purple reached back and fumbled for the zipper but couldn’t find it.
She heard footsteps behind her and thought it was Atra, “Mom, how do I put on this slit dress, should I buckle it first or zip it up first?”
The deep, slightly hoarse male voice replied, “You should take it off first.”
Purple’s legs turned weak.
It was Alexander again!
