Feeling unsatisfied as he released her, Maxwell Peary looked at her blushing face and couldn't help but declare domineeringly, "Nia Mitchell, don't you even think about escaping in this lifetime."
Nia Mitchell pursed her swollen lips, her tiny eyes looking at the blooming flowers on the side.
This little expression is clearly telling him that she's sulking.
"Did you hear that?"
Already accustomed to giving orders, Maxwell Peary could never stand it when Rabina Mitchell ignored him.
He said a lot, yet she simply responded with silence.
"What do you expect me to say in response?"
Nia Mitchell glared at him, puffing angrily. He kissed when he wanted to kiss and did as he pleased.
He had never sought her opinion before.
His talk of not running away made her feel like a fugitive.
"Are you angry?"
Even though Maxwell Peary often failed to understand women's thinking, he could feel that something was off with her.
Nia Mitchell, without denying it, just stood there.
