Chapter 44: Close-Knit

“Is this the way to talk to your mother.”

Julia growled back at Noah’s face, with the same intensity as Noah did few moments ago. One can tell looking at Julia that the anger, high cheek bones, dark pitch black hairs, gunmetal eyes and dominant essence of Noah is acquired by whom.

He was a perfect casting shadow of his own mother in every other aspect.

The way they both are short tempered, make people around them sweat, domineeringly pressurize there subordinate and obsessive in name of love.

The only difference Noah have is, he knows his limits, of where to put leashes around his beast, with only loose end; Sophia.

And also this very feature was also acquired by him because of his very own mother. The example she set in past in front of her immature child made him stiff at heart, at the same time turning him to a person who never believed in any bullshits as love.

But only unless he saw Sophia, her warm cocoon like persona and innocence turned his obsessive ass to a person with less