This villa was her private residence; no one but her husband, Alexander Summers, had the right to enter without her permission.
Purple Summers's heart began to race uncontrollably.
The joy and elation that overflowed from the bottom of her heart were indescribable.
Alexander had returned.
If he had time, he should have gone back to Kingsley, but he came back to Clearwater, which meant he knew that Purple had just finished a lawsuit and had come to Clearwater to see her specially.
Before Alexander's car had even come to a complete stop, Purple's eyes were already brimming with laughter.
The car door opened, and Alexander got out, his long legs and broad shoulders maintaining his upright posture, as handsome and dashing as ever.
He walked over and gently pinched Purple's face, "Miss me?"
Purple's face immediately turned red.
Even after having been together for so long, even after being married, she still blushed easily in Alexander's presence.
