Mysterious Bidder

“Nathanniel Hart!” Anne said, angrily.

“Yes mother?” A tall man man dressed in a suit was sitting on a seat. He had deep brown eyes, dark curly hair and was sitting straight as if he was attending a military parade. There was not even a crease of discomfort or frustration on his face. It was as if he had an ocean of patience and no angry words from his parents was going to raise his temper.

“Did you know how many dates you blew this month?” Anne Rose Hart said, rubbing her forehead. “It was seventh! She was so beautiful and kind. Where would I find you great matches?”

Her husband rubbed her back, “Dear, take deep breath. You have a BP problem. Don’t worry about these children. We only brought them to earth to get on our nerves.” At this time, his phone dinged and someone made a big purchase from his card, “Can we return them where we get it from? Rhys will end my bank balance one day.”

“Father, don’t worry. I will work hard everyday,” Leon Hart said.

‘Not you, son! I am tired of