Nia Mitchell scratched her head. Did she really need to be called over to discuss something like this?
Couldn't he just ask her over the phone?
Right now, she was almost in the eye of the storm, and by doing this, was he making her a target of everyone's focus?
"I want to see you."
Suddenly, Maxwell Peary raised his head, eyes full of deep affection.
Nia Mitchell hesitated, unable to grasp what Maxwell Peary was trying to convey.
Want to see her?
Where was this coming from?
They hadn't been apart for long.
"Didn't we just meet not too long ago?"
Nia Mitchell bit her lip; there was a hint of resentment in her words.
Maxwell Peary heard this and a touch of emotion entered his eyes.
"Yes, we just met."
So what if they just met?
Why is it that after such a short time apart, suddenly...
He especially misses her.
"Are you going to Madgar Pavilion tonight?"
Unexpectedly, he shifted the topic back, catching Nia Mitchell off guard with the pace of his conversation.
