Nia Mitchell found it hard to believe what the butler had said. That Maxwell Peary never eats Chinese Cuisine?
But these past few days, he seemed to enjoy eating it.
He even fought her for it.
Hmph!
"Young Madam, Young Master has never lived with a lady before. Please be patient with him," the butler earnestly advised her, hoping that the two would get along.
Nia Mitchell turned back to her plate of fried dumplings.
"I understand."
As she finished her words, Nia Mitchell put down her chopsticks and left the Dining Hall.
「Study Room」
Maxwell Peary, with his brows furrowed, sat in his chair, smoking and contemplating the events of recent days.
Was it possible that he and Nia Mitchell were truly incompatible? So, the two of them...
Surrounded by a cloud of smoke, his white shirt seemed to fade in and out of view, his hand holding a cigarette revealing the clear outline of each knuckle.
As Nia Mitchell walked into the study room, the spectacle that greeted her was just that.
