Chapter 1104: Chapter 1104: Feigning Mystery_1

Alexander gently picked her up. Purple Summers, who was not in a deep sleep, immediately woke up. Seeing Alexander’s face, she closed her eyes again, reassured.

“Let’s go to bed,” Alexander said as he bent down to press his forehead against hers, carrying her upstairs to the bedroom.

After tucking Purple Summers in with a light blanket and looking at her child-like sleeping face, Alexander’s heart felt like it was melting.

When she wasn’t pregnant, he was very anxious; now that she was, he inevitably felt nervous.

Maybe it would have been better later… Pregnancy was still too hard.

He bent down to kiss her and then got up to leave, quietly closing the door behind him.

The bodyguard saw Alexander coming downstairs and approached him, “We found out it’s a flower shop on Jadeite Street, a cash transaction, they only left a burner phone number, and there’s no surveillance in the vicinity,” he reported.

“Don’t the store clerks remember anything?” Alexander frowned and asked, “It should be rare for customers to buy black roses.”

“They said it was a very scruffy old man,” the bodyguard said hesitantly. “It must have been a homeless person, instructed by someone to buy the flowers. They paid in full, and then the flower shop called the fresh market to order.”

“Any progress from the police?” Alexander asked again.

“No,” the bodyguard shook his head. “Officer Holden from the police station said they’ve started to surveil several large fresh flower markets near Kingsley. Most of the flower shops in Kingsley City buy their stock from there. As soon as someone orders black roses again, they will immediately connect the network and pull up the surveillance footage from around the flower shops, and patrol officers are also on standby at all times.”

Alexander nodded slightly, but his brows were still furrowed.

He and Purple Summers were both temporarily confused about the other party’s intentions.

It was almost impossible for anyone to lay a hand on Purple Summers; she was surrounded by people 24 hours a day. Or was it precisely for that reason that someone occasionally sent flowers, to harass, intimidate, and mystify?

Regardless, he couldn’t take this individual lightly.

…

Purple Summers slept for an hour before opening her eyes to find Alexander’s face.

She couldn’t help but smiling and touched his face, “Why are you always watching me?”

“You’re beautiful,” Alexander said as he leaned down to kiss her lips and asked, “Are you getting up now? Do you want some water?”

Purple Summers blinked, “I am a bit thirsty, my mouth feels tasteless… I want some coconut juice.”

“Okay,” Alexander turned to go downstairs and soon returned, holding a green coconut with a straw in it.

Purple Summers curled the corners of her lips, “Like Doraemon.”

Alexander placed the coconut in her hand and pinched her face, “Can Doraemon make your belly big?”

“Stop it, don’t ruin my childhood,” Purple Summers swatted his hand away, amused yet annoyed.

Alexander stopped teasing her, wrapping an arm around her as they both leaned back on the bed. With nothing to do, he casually picked up the remote and turned on the TV.

As Purple Summers drank her coconut juice, she asked Alexander, “Who do you think is sending the flowers?”

This was the first time the two of them had spoken frankly about the topic.

Alexander was somewhat surprised and looked at her, “What do you think?”

“I initially thought it was Nathaniel…,” said Purple Summers, watching the advertisements on TV, “but later, it didn’t seem quite right.”

“Why doesn’t it seem right?” Alexander asked.

“Allen Rivera said the murderer’s method was very swift, a cutthroat with great precision,” Purple Summers explained. “Nathaniel isn’t that skilled.”

If it were a shooting, Purple Summers would believe it, but with a knife… Nathaniel really seems out of his depth.

Alexander said, “Don’t forget, he’s been with Jeremy Jennings; what kind of monsters hasn’t he seen? Maybe he hired a professional assassin.”

“An assassin?” Purple Summers murmured, “Well… That’s possible too.”

Just then, a news bulletin interrupted the TV program. In a street-side park in the West District of Kingsley, a woman had been found with her throat cut, dead.

The shaky camera captured the body bag on the stretcher, blood-stained tiles, scattered black roses, the onlooking crowd…

Purple Summers held her breath.