In the end, they still had dinner at Madgar Pavilion.
Nia Mitchell looked at Sylvia Waterborne and Evelyn Peary, feeling like she was sitting on pins and needles.
Maxwell Peary sat next to Nia Mitchell with a playful smile, casually adding so food to her plate from ti to ti, as if he were feeding a pet.
Nia Mitchell kept her head down, not saying much, but her eyes held a mischievous smile.
This version of Nia Mitchell seed to glow all over, making Maxwell Peary reluctant to look away.
"You two, enough already."
Evelyn Peary couldn’t stand it anymore; this was basically a public display of affection in disguise.
Playing the third wheel is a cri!
"Mind your own business, let us do ours."
Maxwell Peary looked up, displeased, at Evelyn Peary. The little rabbit was already shy, and now she was making it even more awkward for her.
Instantly, the CEO started resenting his sister again.
Evelyn Peary: .....
Can’t handle being the third wheel!
"You just eat your own food."
Nia Mitchell couldn’t take it anymore and moved her dishes over to sit beside Evelyn Peary with a clap of her utensils.
Maxwell Peary: .....!!!
Was he being rejected by his wife?
"Get back here!"
Maxwell Peary sat there with a grim face, holding a piece of sweet and sour fish without bones, which Nia Mitchell liked.
"No need, you just hurry up and eat."
Nia Mitchell, with a cheerful face, happily sat beside Evelyn Peary, serving herself.
Evelyn Peary and Silvia Waterborne were gleefully watching the scene, but at this mont, the CEO’s anger wasn’t directed at Nia Mitchell; it was aid at the two of them.
"Finish your al quickly and then leave."
Maxwell Peary unfriendly comnted.
Aish!
What kind of logic is this?
Silvia Waterborne snapped, abruptly stood up from her seat, and stared directly at Maxwell Peary.
"Is this how you treat your mom?"
"Yeah, is this how you treat your little sister?"
Evelyn Peary chid in, sounding like a fox borrowing the lion’s ferocity.
Nia Mitchell blushed, keeping her head down while continuing to eat alongside Evelyn Peary.
Maxwell Peary’s lips curved slightly.
"What? Are you sure you want to discuss how to handle this with ?"
His words carried a strong note of threat.
This was completely intentional; the two won across imdiately sat back down.
"Hey, hey, hey, Evelyn, the chef’s skills at your place are getting worse. I don’t even have the appetite to eat anymore. I’m done, I’m done."
Evelyn Peary was filled with dark lines; did mom really need to be such a bootlicker?
"Then I’ll go check out what’s going on in the kitchen, see what our chef is ssing around with."
After speaking, Evelyn Peary stood up and left.
"Evelyn, wait for , I need to use the bathroom but don’t know the way, can you show ?"
......
Nia Mitchell: ......
Can’t figure out the way?
Are you kidding ?
Could there be a more ridiculous reason?
In the spacious private room, only Nia Mitchell and Maxwell Peary were left, facing each other across a large table filled with Nia Mitchell’s favorite dishes.
"Co over here."
Maxwell Peary spoke unhappily, sitting there with his eyes slightly narrowed.
"No."
Nia Mitchell instinctively refused, she wasn’t going over there at a ti like this.
Judging by his expression, she knew he was planning sothing, and if she went over, it would be disastrous.
Nia Mitchell’s intuition was getting more accurate.
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