In the end, they did not go on a honeymoon, preferring to stay at home.
While Nia Mitchell was still fast asleep, Maxwell Peary headed to the study to work on company matters.
"Boss?"
Alan Morgan felt something was off the moment he entered the villa, his mind preoccupied by the pair of white canvas shoes he had spotted in the shoe cabinet earlier when changing his shoes.
"Hmm."
Maxwell Peary continued to scrutinize the document in his hand, largely ignoring Alan Morgan. It wasn't Alan's first time visiting Royal Bay Villa. Why was he behaving like a country bumpkin touring a grand mansion?
Alan Morgan furrowed his brows, his face filled with curiosity. What kind of strange footwear is Boss wearing?
"Boss, have... have you been keeping something from me?"
Alan Morgan sniffed the air. I smell a clandestine affair.
A brow arched on Maxwell Peary's face. Oh? Was it that obvious?
"Well, why should I tell you?"
