Silence stretched between us as the boy had once again started a staring contest.
Noah stood firm, his hazel eyes burning with determination, as if already knowing that I had no choice but to agree.
Thisbrat, I swear to god.
I once again ran a hand through my graying hair, sighing deeply. "Do you even understand what you're asking for?"
His lips curled into that same infuriating smirk. "Oh? Should I say 'please' to make it easier for you?"
Sylvie shot him a warning look, but he didn't waver. His gaze stayed locked onto mine, unwavering, unyielding.
It was strange.
The Noah I had known as a child had always been so cheerful, emotional—so painfully soft-hearted that I had feared for his survival.
But the Noah standing before me now?
There was no hesitation in him.
No fear.
Just pure, determination.
