Chapter 770: Chapter 770: Want You Now_1
No matter whether I remember or not, this position ultimately has to be fought for.
Damian Howard was in a dilemma.
If he passively waited for arrangements, obediently accepting the position of family head, he would be looked down upon; the Howards would think that without Roy Howard, he was nothing—his credibility would be difficult to establish, and every step in the future would be a struggle.
Therefore, what Roy Howard offered him, he could not take.
Only by seizing it himself could he show everyone: he was not a sickling who could only lie in bed!
Only by seizing it himself could he get those in the Howard Family who were originally loyal to Alexander Summers to truly acknowledge the new family head!
To turn against a brother who had once shared heartfelt camaraderie, all for fame and power, incited even greater criticism.
The Howards would think him lacking in loyalty and reason, and such a family head would equally struggle to command respect.
But what if he had lost his memory?
If he remembered nothing, he could naturally disregard past affections without anyone saying a word— at most, they would sigh at the unpredictability of life’s affairs.
Of course, this was just Alexander Summers’ own speculation; whether Damian Howard had actually lost his memory, no one knew.
Lily Howard repeatedly warned Alexander Summers, if he was invited to what was called a retirees meeting, he must not attend the banquet, and should leave Clearwater as soon as possible.
After taking care of these matters, Lily Howard hurriedly left under the cover of night.
Zack Wallace asked Alexander Summers, “Sir, is the thirteenth young master really set on thoroughly annihilating us?”
Alexander Summers gently shook his head, “He has been bedridden for so many years and now he can’t even walk steadily; even if he wanted to thoroughly annihilate us, he should be accumulating his own strength first. Right now, he can at most put on a show— he knows I won’t fight him for it.”
Damian Howard owed a great deal to Alexander Summers. If after Damian Howard awoke, Alexander Summers still stubbornly held onto the position, that would be utterly callous and ungrateful.
Therefore, Alexander Summers was willing to make a show of defeat to a certain extent, just so that Damian Howard could establish his authority smoothly when taking over as the family head.
Meeting Lily Howard hadn’t delayed him much, and when Alexander Summers returned home, it was not yet nine at night.
He habitually went to Purple Summers’ room first, but Purple wasn’t there.
Alexander Summers frowned and turned to go to his own room, but Purple wasn’t there either.
He heard the sound of running water in the bathroom, went out of the room, hesitated at the bathroom door for a while, and when the water stopped, out came Atra Blanc after her bath.
Alexander Summers’ face suddenly turned an ashen hue, “Mom, where’s Purple?”
Atra Blanc, startled by him, murmured: “Isn’t Purple in her room?”
Alexander Summers became anxious, immediately took out his phone to check Purple Summers’ current location, but the positioning indicated she was at home!
Could it be that she couldn’t stand him, threw away the ring, and ran away?!
Atra Blanc became flustered by Alexander Summers’ reaction, and asked worriedly, “Isn’t Purple at home? Could she be in the garden? Not in the living room either?”
“Why didn’t you take good care of her when you were home?!” Alexander Summers’ emotions suddenly spiraled out of control, he roared in a low voice, turned, and walked out, intending to go out and look for Purple.
At that moment, the door of another room opened, and Purple stood at the doorway, looking bewildered at them.
Atra Blanc felt a false alarm and sighed, “Your brother came back and was looking for you immediately. Thinking you weren’t in your room, he almost went out to find you!”
Purple had just been in Cleo’s snake house.
She explained, “I just changed the water for Cleo…”
Alexander Summers inhaled sharply and immediately pulled her into his arms, bent down to kiss her hair, her eyes, lingering over her features, and sealed her soft red lips with a kiss.
Atra Blanc stood aside, embarrassed, unable to scold her son and silently returned to her room.
Purple was kissed by Alexander Summers until she felt weak all over, barely able to stand.
“I want you,” Alexander Summers nibbled her fair, delicate neck with a ferocity, “Right now!”