Viola smiled lightly. That smile was the every nightmare of Noah's scarce childhood memory.

"Come, give me your hand." She extended her hand. The manicured nails on her pale fingers were all painted pink. The gems on her nails were gleaming with cold light as if resembling a kind of warning that pierced into Noah's eyes.

Noah extended his hand while trembling and was held by her tightly. He was then taken out by her.

"I guess he's just scared that you won't have time to play with him after we're married." Viola held his hand and stood before Grey with a gentle and also sympathetic look. "He only calmed...