A deathly silence made Maxwell Peary realize something was wrong.
He looked down at Nia Mitchell, who was sitting on his lap. Her changed expression instantly shattered the ambiguous atmosphere that lingered.
She had fallen silent... After his question, Rabina Mitchell had actually...
"Nia Mitchell."
Maxwell furrowed his brows, his displeasure evident. He pushed her away, and their eyes met.
"Talk."
Nia struggled hard to free herself from Maxwell's hold and stood up. After moving about two meters away, she stopped.
"Do you love me?"
When it came to feelings, Nia wanted equality.
He didn't love her, so why should she be expected to like him?
Upon hearing Nia's words, Maxwell's face darkened considerably.
"Answer my question."
Maxwell wouldn't allow her to change the subject, his tone growing heavier as he emphasized his demand.
"Maxwell, I don't want to lie to you."
After saying this, Nia turned, opened the door, and left.
