The two, acting all sweet and clingy, walked to the elevator, Maxwell Peary pressing the elevator button for her.
"Nia Mitchell."
Suddenly, all expression vanished from Maxwell Peary's face, replaced by a particularly serious one.
Nia Mitchell was taken aback, blinking, somewhat unable to keep up with his sudden change.
"What is it?"
Hmph, if he says he was just calling my name for fun, I'll definitely forget his pride and deal with him right here in front of Yancy Hastings.
"I've discovered a secret. If you're willing to kiss me, I'll tell you."
Maxwell Peary leaned one hand against the elevator wall, holding the door open.
Nia Mitchell was speechless, silently rolling her eyes.
"I don't want to know."
I don't have such a strange desire to be all lovey-dovey with him in front of his friend.
Maxwell Peary gave a meaningful smile, still leaning there to prevent her from leaving.
"You'll wish you knew. And you can only find out now; otherwise, it'll be too late."
