"He hasn’t had a girlfriend for seven years? Could it be that guy has had his sights set on little Rabina this whole ti?"
"I should introduce you to Charles Northwood soti. I’m sure you’ll find him quite likeable." He was such a gentle person; he could be friends with anyone.
"Is he better, or am I better?" Suddenly, Maxwell Peary interrupted Nia Mitchell’s endless chatter.
"Err, Uncle...?"
What kind of question is Uncle asking? Nia wondered. Why would he ask sothing like that when I was in the middle of talking?
"Speak." Maxwell’s expression had changed slightly; he looked at Nia with a serious face.
"Err, how am I supposed to answer this?" It’s too embarrassing. Besides, they’re not comparable at all.
"Tell the truth." Maxwell’s expression had returned to normal, devoid of any warmth.
"It’s really impossible to compare." Nia stood awkwardly to the side. Charles had his good points, and Maxwell had his.
"Speak." Maxwell’s face darkened. This little Rabina! Even if she were just trying to placate , that would be sothing! Why is she still hesitating? Seeing her like this, he felt his teeth itch with frustration.
"Fine, I’ll speak." Nia pouted, irked. She put down her tiny fists and stood to one side.
"Charles is very considerate and very gentle. He always considers whether others will accept what he does. And he treats especially well; he’s never yelled at and always lets have my way."
Seven years held many mories, all featuring Charles Northwood’s gentle, smiling face. Her mind was filled with the image of his smile. Maxwell, however, was not like that.
The more Maxwell listened, the darker his face beca, until it looked ashen like the bottom of a pot. I really brought this on myself by asking such a question, he thought.
"But Uncle, you have your good points too," Nia continued. "You take care of . Although you sotis force to do things I don’t want to, that’s also a way you show you care for . And you cherish . Even though I can be stubborn sotis, you still go along with ."
Maxwell was the kind of person who would berate you with a stern face, then silently support you. For example, he might adamantly reject your request, making you very unhappy, but in the end, he would still do what you wanted. He was always doing thankless tasks.
Maxwell was taken aback, surprised that she, despite her young age, could see this side of him.
He reached out, pulled her onto his lap, leaned in, and gave her a kiss.
Nia bead, using her finger to poke Maxwell’s cheek. "Uncle, I will be good to you," she said, her eyes sparkling.
Maxwell found it amusing. Weren’t those my lines to say to her?
"What do you want for lunch? I’ll get the butler to send it over."
Nia’s eyes twinkled as she looked mischievously at Maxwell. "Can we go out to eat? Let’s have steak."
The two had agreed to go to a Western restaurant earlier, but it had been delayed. Today at noon, they finally had so free ti.
"Alright, then Mr. Peary will accompany Mrs. Peary for a Western al."
"Does Mr. Peary feel honored?"
"Exceedingly honored."
A smile touched Maxwell’s eyes. Just as he was about to say sothing more, there was a sudden knock on the door.
Nia’s eyes widened. She quickly stood up and ran to the side. Just as she stopped, Sophia Moore pushed open the door, walking in with a cup of coffee and a bright smile.
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