Nia Mitchell hadn't expected that one tumble would lead to such a situation. By the time she was firmly back on her feet, two hours had passed.
"I want to eat!" Nia Mitchell yelled, her eyes glistening, looking particularly captivating. Her voice was slightly hoarse.
Maxwell Peary emerged from the bathroom, full of vigor, a large towel in hand as he wiped water droplets from his hair.
"Wait a moment, we'll eat together."
He tossed the towel aside and adjusted his bathrobe.
"No way," Nia Mitchell snapped angrily. Once dressed, she opened the door and headed downstairs.
Maxwell Peary raised an eyebrow. Is Rabina Mitchell angry?
By the time Maxwell Peary came downstairs, Nia Mitchell was already at the dining table, tucking in with gusto.
She's already started eating? She really didn't wait for him.
"Young Master Peary."
The butler carried a bowl of gleaming white rice into the Dining Hall, placed it on the table, and pulled out a chair.
