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NOAH'S  POV :-

"What condition, Mr. Noah?" Mr. Anderson asked me.

He and his wife looked at each other and shared a confused look. I looked over at my angel and saw her angrily staring at me. I smirked at her reaction. She just rolled her eyes at me. She then started walking, muttering something under her breath. She stopped in front of a little boy, who was looking at me with a fully confused look on his face. Where did he come from? Was he already standing in the room? If he was already standing in the room, then why didn't I notice him before?

'Because you were busy staring at your angel!' My mind retorted back at me.

But who is he? How is he related to my angel? Who can he be? Is he Angela's son? My eyes widened when the thought crossed my mind. No, he can't be Angela's son. Because Angela is mine, only mine. She is my princess. Noone else can touch her, except me. But what if he really is Angela's son?

I suddenly became angry. My jaw clenched on its own and my hands were turned into fists. I badly wanted to punch someone. But somehow, I controlled myself. I know that I am possessive, but what is mine is only mine. No, I don't consider Angela as some piece of property or my possession. It is just that she belongs with me.

"Ace, can you please go to your room and play with your car? I will call you after sometime, okay!" Angela said to the boy, kneeling down in front of him.

The boy just nodded his head in agreement and then ran to his room. Angela stood up and turned towards me, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

"Who is he?" I asked through clenched teeth.

Angela raised her eyebrows at me,
"None of your business, Mr. Noah," Angela told me.

"I asked who is he?" I asked, with my voice a bit louder than before. I know that I am being rude, but I just can't help it.

Angela opened her mouth to say something, but was interrupted by Mrs. Anderson,
"He is our son, Mr. Noah," she said pointing at herself and her husband, "He is Angela's little brother." she told me.

I finally sighed in relief. Thank God! He is my angel's brother, and not her son. A smile formed on my lips. Angela looked at me curiously and narrowed her beautiful eyes at me, looking like she was trying to study me. I gave her one of my sexy smirks and then winked at her. She immediately looked away, muttering something under her breath. Her face started to heat up. She was blushing. Her face was red, like a tomato. But she really looked very cute, yet sexy at the same time. Smirking, I looked around and noticed that both Mr. and Mrs. Anderson were suspiciously looking at me. I immediately composed myself and got a serious look on my face.

"Well, Mr. Anderson, I want nothing but your lovely daughter, Angela," I said looking at my angel. I could see that she was clenching her jaw. While her parents' eyes widened in shock.

"What do you mean by 'you want my daughter'? She is not some slut or whore, Mr. Noah. She is my daughter, not your prostitute. Be in your limits, Mr. Noah. I know that we have to pay your loan, but that doesn't mean that I will sell my daughter to you!" Mrs. Anderson shouted angrily at me.

I looked at her, with my eyes widened in amusement. Now, I know that my angel has got this feisty attitude from her mother. But I don't think my angel as my slut or whore. She is my princess, my girl! I want her to be my queen! I want to give her all the happiness of the world. I want to grow old with her. She is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. I want to protect her and keep her safe. She is mine to keep. How the hell can they think that I am going to make her my slut? No, I can never do that! I want her to be my wife, my soulmate, my love!

I went towards Mrs. Anderson and stood in front of her,
"Ma'am you are getting me wrong. I don't think your daughter as some slut or whore. Infact, she is the most beautiful and innocent girl I have ever seen