Nia Mitchell was overjoyed, but her delight was about to turn into a comical tragedy.
Before her chopsticks could even reach for the Sweet and Sour Spareribs, she was pulled into Maxwell Peary's arms.
"Mmmph… Mmm…"
Maxwell Peary muted her babbling mouth with a kiss. Hmm, the world is quiet now, so damn beautiful, he thought.
The softness of her lips made him linger, and he instinctively deepened the kiss.
He adored her taste, her soft, sweet lips.
A single kiss was enough to send heat coursing through his entire body. He was desperate to find an outlet for this sudden fire.
Mmm…
Nia's body went numb from the kiss; she felt boneless, leaning entirely against Maxwell Peary.
Seeing Nia's eyes glistening, Maxwell Peary felt even thirstier. Without further ado, he swept her into his arms and carried her towards the Waiting Room.
"Max… Maxwell…" Nia had been lost in that deep kiss. By the time she regained her senses, Maxwell Peary had already opened the door to the Waiting Room.
