Nia Mitchell's face turned red as she glanced uncomfortably at her small hand being held by the CEO.
To be honest, even though they had been married for a long time and a lot had happened between them, they rarely held hands.
"What's wrong?"
Maxwell Peary, sensing something was amiss with his wife beside him, turned to look at her.
"Why is your face so red?"
The temperature is fine today. Could she be sick?
Thinking this, Maxwell Peary reached out to touch her forehead.
"It's not hot."
Strange!
Maxwell Peary frowned, racking his brain, yet he was completely unable to pinpoint the reason.
Nia Mitchell tried hard to calm her racing heart, forcing a smile onto her face.
"Uncle, is Special Assistant Owen Lewis married?"
She had only caught fragments of their conversation earlier and didn't understand the specifics of what they were discussing. After all, she knew nothing about it.
