"Why did you hide the truth from me all these years?" Arissa started the moment she stepped out of the dining hall
Nicklaus shut the door behind her and Mr. Adams feet walking towards the living room paused. The hairs on his arm stood in both happiness and unknown fright.
The feeling wasn't a comfortable one.
Nicklaus walked towards Arissa. Pulling her sideway to himself, he placed a hand on her shoulder and rubbed tenderly on her skin.
"I think we should take a seat first," Mr. Aldams suggested not turning towards the couple. He proceeds toward the living room without waiting for their approval or disapproval.
