Chapter 1020: Chapter 1020 Smear Black_1 Chapter 1020: Chapter 1020 Smear Black_1 Alexander Summers was not one for pleasantries, responding directly, “There’s a bit of trouble that’s still being dealt with, it won’t take too long.”

Christopher Simonson nodded and did not pry further.

The conversation shifted to other topics, such as which dish was good, and the weather was about to cool down and so on.

They also talked about Violet Nelson’s wedding during the meal.

No one knew how the two families had negotiated later, but the Russell Family stated that the wedding would proceed as planned and on schedule.

As for the previous drama, it was to be treated as a spat between the young couple.

This way, both sides could save face.

After all, nobody should think that the Russell Family was calling off the wedding because they were upstaged by others, and leaving the bride alone at the wedding would sound terrible if word got out.

Purple Summers ate her meal, half listening to the conversation, but her mind was on Alexander Summers’s situation.

From Christopher Simonson’s earlier words, had Alexander encountered trouble in Pearlpoint City? Why hadn’t he mentioned it to her…?

After the meal ended, the old lady grew impatient with sitting and left the table first.

The servants cleared the dishes and cutlery and served tea and refreshments, and after some more chatting, Purple Summers and Alexander Summers got up to prepare to head home.

Purple Summers couldn’t wait to leave.

As soon as they stepped outside, she hooked her arm around Alexander’s, asking in a low voice, “Is there a problem in Pearlpoint City?”

Alexander looked puzzled, “What problem?”

Purple Summers said, “If there wasn’t a problem, why would Christopher Simonson ask you that way earlier? Don’t brush me off!”

Alexander chuckled, ruffling her hair, “Becoming a wife really is different; you worry about more things.”

“Hey! I told you not to brush me off!” Purple Summers swatted his hand away, glaring at him with puffed cheeks, “What exactly happened?”

“It’s just a little trouble,” Alexander said.

“If it’s just a little trouble, why not tell me?” Purple Summers persisted.

Alexander replied, “Because you didn’t ask.”

“You!…” Purple Summers glared, “Now I’m asking you, so tell me!”

“You give me a kiss, and I’ll tell you,” Alexander remained unflustered.

Purple Summers was so annoyed with him!

She was worried, and he was still teasing her as if she were a pet!

Purple Summers pulled her hand free and lunged to pinch his cheek.

Alexander anticipated it and quickly dodged.

Purple Summers chased after him, and this time, Alexander didn’t dodge. Instead, he turned around, enveloped her in an embrace, leaned down for a kiss, and then ran off–
The two frolicked and chased each other around the Presidential Palace’s garden, laughing and running all the way to the car, finally concluding their pursuit.

They had been playing so wildly that they had no idea they’d been watched for a long while until the car engine started, and they drove away from that cold gaze.

Violet Nelson could no longer see the car, she lowered her gaze and pulled the curtains shut, returning to the table.

On the table lay several A4 sheets printed with photographs.

They were news photos from Purple Summers’s wedding.

In the photo, the bride and groom stood together, both beaming with happiness, surrounded by flowers, with a bustling crowd in the background.

Violet Nelson took a black marker pen and sat at the table, casually blacking out the bride’s face.

Purple Summers’s face was quickly covered in black ink, but Violet Nelson continued her mechanical smearing until the paper tore, and the pen pierced through the paper with a ripping sound.

Violet Nelson frowned, crumpled the paper into a ball, and tossed it into the wastebasket.

Her phone rang. She glanced at it and, showing slight irritation, answered the call, but her expression became indifferent the moment the call connected.

“Just one year is all I ask, we can divorce after one year, and publicly, we can just say we had irreconcilable differences. No one can fault that, and it preserves both of our family’s reputations. Divorce isn’t something to be ashamed of nowadays anyway,” Violet Nelson spoke calmly, “But if we don’t get married, Lysander Russell, think about it–what good is it to offend both the Nelson and Simonson families by breaking things off? Everyone will only see you as heartless and faithless. If I cry to the reporters a little, will you ever have a good day again? And about those close female friends of yours outside… you really think I don’t know about them?”