"Mr. Peary!"
Phoebe Walker threw aside her restraint and called out unexpectedly.
Regret washed over her instantly. Why was she so hasty? She shouldn't have acted so impulsively. What if she left a bad impression on Young Master Peary?
"Mr. Peary, thank you for coming to my birthday party."
Phoebe Walker approached him, her expression full of emotion, as she awkwardly adjusted her clothes.
But Maxwell Peary, at that moment, suddenly stopped in his tracks.
Seeing Maxwell Peary stop, Phoebe Walker felt as if she'd received silent encouragement, and her face lit up with delight.
"Mr. Peary, I'm sorry. I was changing my outfit earlier and couldn't receive you in time."
Phoebe Walker reached Maxwell Peary's side, suppressing the thrill in her heart. After much deliberation, she finally spoke, choosing her words carefully.
Maxwell Peary's eyebrows furrowed slightly, his gaze fixed straight ahead.
