Maxwell Peary slightly curled his lips and sat there holding chopsticks, absentmindedly poking at the sweet and sour spare ribs on the plate in front of him.
How could it be any different? The whole room was filled with the smell of sweet and sour.
He habitually ordered the same dishes as Nia Mitchell, as if smelling the aroma in the air could convince him that Nia was right there beside him.
But...
It's still not the same.
Eating alone, without little Rabina's adorable presence, was extremely boring.
"I said, it must be different. Uncle must be very happy, finally able to eat the dishes he likes!"
In the past, both of them had just two food boxes, and the dishes delivered were quite limited.
So the CEO would just order everything little Rabina liked, only a few were his favorites.
Now she finally doesn't need to eat with him, the CEO is definitely eating what he likes.
Nia thought this was just natural.
"Yeah, very happy."
