Jackson's POV
“Why the f**k are you not in your bed with Zara, Xander?” I blasted out on my son who was seated on the bed, his phone in hand.
My words stunned my daughter who came with me. I had kept her away from the truth that I forced Xander into this wedding. And it was just a contract marriage.
Kate held my hand and said shyly, her voice low, “Dad, how can you talk so boldly?”
I turned my head to Xander when I heard him complaining.
“Really, Dad? Your son survived a lethal accident and you care about Zara and our lovey-dovey acts?”
His last words pushed the air of the room in awkwardness. There was a reason I had to be bold with Xander because he had been stubbornly condemning this marriage. But I shouldn't forget that my son was shameless. And thus, I was being blunt.
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