Nia Mitchell clung to Maxwell Peary's neck, pouting in frustration as she spoke.
Maxwell Peary curled his lips into a smile. "Fine, I won't bring it up."
He, Maxwell Peary, would only marry once in his life, to a single wife.
Maxwell Peary's warm breath fanned across the tip of her ear, making her small face turn completely red.
Nia Mitchell awkwardly pushed him away, straightened her clothes, and sat down properly.
She inadvertently glanced at Maxwell Peary, who was sitting there. His lips were very red, and there was a distinct, small tooth mark on them.
Seeing this, Nia Mitchell's face instantly flushed scarlet.
"I... I'm going to go eat now." Nia Mitchell scrambled up and hurried out, her slippers going TAP-TAP-TAP.
Halfway down the stairs, she happened to spot the butler in the Living Room.
"Butler Frederick, is there any food left?"
When only three steps remained, Nia Mitchell hopped down.
