When Maxwell Peary came out in a new outfit, he found that Nia Mitchell was still sitting on the large bed, his brows furrowing tighter.
"Let's go down for dinner."
He called out to her, his displeasure evident. Nia Mitchell acknowledged him and slowly climbed off the bed.
"Why are you being so harsh?"
Even if she was a bit dense, she could still detect the unfriendliness in his tone.
She was just sitting on the bed... At most, it was a little improper, but she was used to it. Why was he angry?
If he just spoke to her nicely, she would gradually change.
Upon hearing Nia Mitchell's grumbling, Maxwell Peary's expression darkened as he walked towards the bed.
"What are you doing?"
Nia Mitchell instantly bristled, looking at him defensively.
She... she was wrong, okay?
"Nia Mitchell."
Maxwell Peary stopped in front of Nia Mitchell, looking at the defensive little Rabina Mitchell.
Heh, as if being on guard could actually protect her.
