In that lavish greenhouse filled with the scent of irises and dahlias, two men were sipping tea. Amidst the warmth, those two were engaged in what seemed to be a staring contest.
Alexander clicked his tongue as his patience waned. And he didn't want to stare at Jonathan's face. He does not have the magic Victoria has.
Both of them know what each other want. And Alexander knew that Jonathan will definitely ask something from him before agreeing to the wedding.
"If you think you can get something from me, keep on-"
"I do want something from you," Jonathan interjected. He saw Alexander squirming in anger and that lifted his spirit.
"Are you seeing the same moon as me, love?" Jonathan spoke looking at Alexander and Alexander felt his entire body crawl out of disgust.
What the hell is he doing?
"And these clouds… Do you think they will deliver my message to you, My dove? Or how about these doves I raise? Will~"
