21 Bride

"Is that the bride you have chosen, Atticus?"

Nolan felt Atticus's arms around him tightened.

A soft laugh reverberated through the veil of darkness, "I'm not going to steal him from you, so relax. I'm just here for a quick visit."

"What do you want?" Atticus asked in a firm, cold voice.

"I told you, I'm here for a quick visit. Aren't you happy to see your uncle again?"

Atticus didn't answer. He remained seated on the bed while holding Nolan close to him.

Nolan on the other hand, was listening intently to the jovial voice that was talking to his butler.

"Tsk. You're no fun as always."

And with that, Nolan was yanked from Atticus's arms. It happened so abruptly that before he could even react, he was already suspended in midair.