Alexander’s POV:
“A Christmas’ lunch?” I repeated.
Has he lost his mind?
“Yes, Brother. It’s about time for us to clear up everything,” he said, staring at me.
What kind of game he was going to play?
“And why should I host you two?” I asked coldly.
“Because I need a proof before proceeding our wedding, that you two can get along decently, as family,” he grinned.
“I thought you didn’t care about anyone’s feeling or mind?” I ignored his stupid grin and went back to MacBook on my lap.
“I changed my mind. I want her to want me back,” he told.
I raised my face, “What if she doesn’t?” I blurted out.
He raised his shoulders, “Let father decide her destiny.”
Did he mean it?
“Nicholas, what do you want from me?” I put the notebook on the table, “Would you like me to abdicate and put
