'If you will not speak even now, am I going to complain to Aria and she will take care of you.' Jonathan smiled cheekily at seeing his grandson's irked expressions. 'Now, what will you do?'
'Don't you dare complain to her.' Noah wanted him, shaking his head slightly and thought to himself, 'I don't know how Aria will react to getting a call from grandpa. And, I don't know what she will do to me once this old man complains to her. I need to be careful.' Noah's eyes lingered on his grandpa's smug face and he gritted his teeth.
'What if she falls for his tricks and she actually... No.' Noah screamed in his mind on imagining the scenario in his mind. 'I cannot allow it and I will not allow it.'
'See, I got you where I wanted.' Jonathan stuck out his tongue and Noah rolled his eyes at his grandpa's childishness.
'My sweetheart will not listen to your nonsense.' He counterattacked.
