Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica I Choose The Arranged Marriage

Chapter 632.

The two of them were half brothers, with only one of them occupying the love of their biological father, enjoying the perfect childhood loved by his parents.

The other one, who had been unloved since birth, owned eighty percent of the Sterling Group shares.

Both of them were born on the same day, the same month, both premature babies. Alexander was born five minutes earlier than him, but their status was

worlds apart.

Wesley stayed in the delivery room from beginning to end, guarding the birth of the other child.

On the other hand, Alexander was not born with his father around, so he had no fatherly love. His grandfather had given him his name, and his nominal father hadn't even come to see him.

Solomon's name was chosen by Wesley. As the name suggests, he was the only treasure of his parents.

When Alexander was three years old, he also looked forward to his own birthday.

Because he had heard from his grandfather that his father would come back to celebrate his birthday, he had been looking forward to it half a month in advance, and he couldn't even sleep the night before, squatting by the door before dawn, waiting for his father.

But he waited and waited, from dawn to dusk, but his father still didn't come.

Little Alexander wondered if his father got lost, and couldn't come back.

Alexander pleaded with the driver to go pick up his father.

However, when they arrived, Alexander finally saw the person he usually only saw in videos and photos. He was tall and good-looking.

Was that his dad?

But he held another little boy who was about the same age as him.

He would support the child when he was about to fall, comfort him when he was throwing a tantrum, and carry him on his shoulders, saying, "Let's ride a big horse."

Beside them, there was a very gentle aunt who was laughing while they were playing.noveldrama

Soon, many children came, holding beautiful gifts, and said happy birthday to the little boy.

Unaware of the circumstance, Alexander also walked over. He just wanted to gently hold his father's hand, to see if it was as rough but warm as his grandfather's.

"Who are you?" the little boy questioned him.

Wesley also saw Alexander and was stunned for a moment, until Alexander cautiously called out, "Dad?"

He was full of anticipation. Did his father think of him the same way he thought of him?

However, he did not expect that instead of affection, the handsome man would frown and speak in a

cold voice, "Why are you here? Did your mother send you here?

The first time the father and son met, there was no love, they were like strangers, and the father looked at the son with disgust, as if he were the most annoying thing in the world.

"No, I. I'm..." Little Alexander explained frantically.

Wesley couldn't be bothered to listen to a word, "Get lost, don't let me repeat myself again."

Alexander was not a child who liked to cry, his grandfather said, a man should be brave, and when he grows up he will protect his family.

But at that moment, he really couldn't control his emotions, tears welled up in his eyes.

Was the man really his father?

How could his father treat him like that?

"This is not where you should be." Then, he turned away to leave.

Alexander's tears fell, and at that moment, a small hand wiped away his tears.

"I know you, you are my brother, right? Today is also your birthday, shall we celebrate together?"

The face that somewhat resembled his own was filled with tenderness.

Alexander's head was in chaos, and he nodded in a daze.

So when his Dad didn't come home, he spent his time accompanying this little brother?

Alexander wiped away his tears and caught up with Wesley. He took the initiative to hold his father's hand and asked, "Dad, why didn't you bring my little brother home to live with us? Are you afraid that will buffy him? No, I won't. Grandpa said, A man should protect his family, and

I won't bully them."

Wesley fiercely threw his hand away. The disgust in his eyes became more obvious, "Don't touch me."

Alexander noticed that his father's hand was large and smooth, and it wasn't as rough as his grandfather's, but it was very cold.

"Brother, it's time to eat cake. Let's cut the cake together."

"Okay." Alexander didn't give room for sadness.

After cutting the cake, in the next second, all the children who were served the

cake slammed the cake on Alexander's face.

As he was dumbfounded, Solomon leaned close to his ear and said in a strange voice, "Brother, I've known about you for a long time, happy birthday."