Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime
Chapter 1141 Protest_1

Chapter 1141: Chapter 1141 Protest_1

Although she was awake, the heartache and pain from her dream spilled over into reality.

She couldn’t stop crying, and the sadness almost drowned her.

Alexander Summers was startled awake, and upon noticing Purple Summers sobbing, he immediately asked, "What’s wrong? Does your stomach hurt?"

"No," Purple Summers answered, shaking her head with a heavy nasal sound.

"No?" Alexander Summers held her tightly, wiping her tears away, "You’re fine, so why are you crying? What happened?"

Purple Summers choked back her sobs to explain: "It’s really nothing, just a bad dream."

Hearing this, Alexander Summers sighed deeply and said, "Since you got pregnant, you’ve cried more times than in the first twenty years of your life combined!"

"That’s not true." With tears in her eyes, Purple Summers looked at him, "When you used to bully me, I cried a lot too!"

"Was that really bullying? That was love," Alexander Summers said.

Purple Summers cursed him, "Sick love!"

"Yes, yes, I’m sick, I’m sick..." Alexander Summers coaxed her to lie down, "Go to sleep now, it’s late. Why aren’t you sleeping, and instead, fussing with a sicko?"

Purple Summers pouted and lay down.

With her belly too large, no position was comfortable. She adjusted her posture, lying on her side next to Alexander Summers, and closed her eyes.

Thinking about that dream, she was still horrified.

Purple Summers poked Alexander Summers with her fingertip, "Husband?"

Alexander Summers opened his eyes, amused, thinking how interesting the reactions of a pregnant woman could be. Before, she used to call him by his full name, but what’s with today?

In a soft voice, Purple Summers said, "When we’re old in the future, so old we can hardly move, can I die first?"

Remembering the scenes from her dream, she grew fearful, her tone even softer: "I don’t want to be the one who’s left behind..."

Alexander Summers laughed, kissed her gently, and generously said, "Sure, I’ve handled your corpse before, more than once, I’m quite experienced."

Purple Summers: "..."

After a silence, she deflated: "Forget it, you die first. I’ll handle your corpse."

"Why are you worrying about this in the middle of the night?" Alexander Summers touched her stomach, "Don’t we still have a child? When we’re old, we’ll die together, and let them worry about the rest."

Purple Summers retorted irritably, "What are you talking about, as if having kids is just so they can deal with our corpses!"

"What else are they good for...."

"Stop talking!"

Purple Summers reached out to pinch him, but perhaps she moved too abruptly, causing a sudden pain in her stomach!

Purple Summers gasped in pain, her complexion paling in an instant.

Alexander Summers asked, "Did they kick you again?"

"Mmm..." Purple Summers, clutching her belly, glared at him, "They must have heard! They’re protesting!"

Alexander Summers actually felt sorry for Purple Summers, but seeing her seriously complaining, he couldn’t help but laugh while holding her.

Purple Summers felt miserable. The words that came from Alexander Summers’ ’dog mouth’ could never be ivory, she was the one being kicked, and the worst part was, he was still laughing...

What the hell is so funny!

...

The next morning, Purple Summers got up to wash up, then sluggishly went downstairs for breakfast.

As she reached the living room, she saw Atra Blanc and Aunt Taylor walking in from outside, laughing and talking.

"Mom, what are you doing?"

"We just aired out the osmanthus," Atra Blanc replied, holding a small basket of osmanthus and smiling, "Do you smell the fragrance?"

Purple Summers nodded, "Mmm, it smells good."

Aunt Taylor went to the kitchen and brought out a clean glass jar, and Atra Blanc laid a thin layer of osmanthus in it, then sprinkled a layer of sugar on top of the osmanthus.

Curious, Purple Summers peered over to watch.

Atra Blanc layered more sugar and then more osmanthus, repeating the process until the glass jar was full.

Purple Summers asked, "Is that how you make osmanthus candy?"

Pouring a slow stream of white liquor into the jar, Atra Blanc replied with a laugh, "Yes, once it’s made, it can last for a long time."

Purple Summers, salivating at the sweet scent from the jar, couldn’t help but ask, "When can we eat it?"

"Hmm... it takes about four or five months, by next year you can eat it."

Purple Summers’ eyes widened, "Next year?!"

"Yes," Atra Blanc said with a smile, tapping Purple Summers’ forehead, "You’re about to be a mom, and you’re still like a little glutton."