Maxwell Peary's lips curved slightly as he reached out to smooth her black, glossy hair.
"I have a property. It's a bit far, but very peaceful. However, if you need to commute to work, you might need to get up a bit earlier."
Nia Mitchell, lying there, blinked, her hair ticklish where he touched it.
She reached out and slapped his hand away, her sharp gaze halting his movements.
"Then I'll just wake up a bit earlier. You just need to call me a bit earlier in the morning."
Nia spoke nonchalantly, reaching into the plate she held to grab a strawberry and toss it into her mouth.
"Alright, I'll wake you up then. Don't be difficult."
Maxwell couldn't help but chuckle, imagining the scene of waking her up every morning.
"I... I'm not being difficult!"
Nia's face instantly reddened. Lying there, she dangled her little feet and began to shake her head playfully.
"Don't fidget."
Maxwell frowned, chiding her in a low voice.
