Nia Mitchell had only ever seen this kind of scene on TV before. She didn't expect to witness it for herself.
Laughing, she pulled away from Maxwell Peary's embrace and, after removing her shoes, walked in barefoot.
"It's so soft!"
The scent of roses filled the air.
She laughed as she spun around the private room, the soft sensation under her feet making her heart tingle.
"Uncle, look! It's so beautiful!"
At that moment, Nia Mitchell desperately wanted to share this with someone, so she turned her gaze to Maxwell Peary.
However, Maxwell Peary's expression was incredibly foul.
Usually, his expression would be bad, but never this bad.
His face was dark, and a chilly aura emanated from him, clearly indicating his displeasure.
Nia Mitchell and Evelyn Peary were puzzled. Why was he unhappy?
"Uncle? What's wrong?"
Doesn't Uncle like roses? Nia Mitchell wondered. That can't be right. If he didn't, Evelyn Peary should know.
