He furrowed his brows slightly, having absolutely no idea why his mom suddenly aid a bomb at him.
It seems like, from the beginning until now, it’s been her monopolizing his wife, right?
Fine, she can monopolize her, but she even sent him away.
Where does he have the ti to pour water?
"I can do it myself, actually I’m not even thirsty."
Nia Mitchell, with a full smile, said this and took the kettle, pouring Silvia Waterborne a cup too.
"Mom, drink so water."
"Good, good, good, the daughter-in-law is still the best. Now look at my daughter, she’s just left here alone and doesn’t care, let alone pour a cup of water."
Evelyn Peary: ......
Bro, I got hit while lying down, co over quickly and give a hand.
Nia Mitchell felt a bit embarrassed by what Silvia Waterborne said, so she poured Evelyn Peary a cup of water, looking awkward.
Finally, she poured a cup for the CEO and put the kettle down.
"Why am I the last one?"
The CEO spoke up next to her, catching Nia Mitchell off guard as she hadn’t reacted to what he ant.
"The last one?"
Uh...
Nia Mitchell was stunned, is this really a problem?
Also, does the CEO even care about this?
"Yes."
Maxwell Peary was a bit upset. Since Little Rabina ca in, not only did she not say a word to him, but she didn’t even give him a proper look.
Could he be happy about that?
Nia Mitchell didn’t know how to explain this—why it had to be the last one?
She wanted to talk, but it seed inappropriate now.
Generally speaking, outside, we pour water first for the elders and the less familiar people, and then finally for the most familiar ones.
Because it’s expected that the last person won’t get mad.
But...
Why is the CEO upset?
This doesn’t make any sense.
Isn’t Nia Mitchell just silly, since when does the CEO follow common sense?
Nia Mitchell didn’t know how to respond to this, so she simply played dead and said nothing.
Maxwell Peary: ......
Where did my wife learn this trick?
After the al, Nia Mitchell said goodbye to Evelyn Peary and Silvia Waterborne, then got in the CEO’s car to go ho.
"Uncle, you’re angry, right?"
Nia Mitchell looked at the CEO’s side profile. Though she couldn’t tell from his expression, she could feel it.
Maxwell Peary turned his head and looked at Nia Mitchell; it seed like she could always clearly understand his emotional fluctuations.
"No."
Maxwell was indeed not angry; he’s not soone who would be petty.
Nia Mitchell pursed her lips. Fine, if he says he’s not angry, then he’s not.
"Uncle, what kind of girl do you think Yancy Hastings would like if he were alive?"
Nia Mitchell suddenly wanted to know the answer to this question.
If Yancy Hastings hadn’t sacrificed himself, what would he do on returning and finding out Fiona Sutton was pregnant?
Would they have a good ending?
"Yancy? He likes the traditional ladies."
Yes, no adjective is more fitting than a traditional lady.
And indeed, when breaking it down, it’s ’traditional’ and ’lady’.
Identity, background, status, personality—all encapsulated.
In any case, Fiona Sutton doesn’t fit even a little bit.
There’s not one bit that matches the type Yancy Hastings liked.
This...
Is indeed quite fantastical.
But sotis, feelings are really unpredictable.
When love cos, it cannot be stopped.
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