Half an hour later, Nia Mitchell finally understood what the CEO had meant by his earlier words.
Sitting at the dinner table, Silvia Waterborne gazed at Maxwell Peary with tender, affectionate eyes. In her chopsticks, she held a piece of Sweet and Sour Pork.
"Come, open your mouth," Silvia urged gently.
Nia Mitchell sat there awkwardly, chopsticks in hand, completely at a loss. Should I pretend nothing is happening and just eat, or should I sit here and watch this display?
Maxwell Peary scowled, wishing he could somehow get Bunny to dart forward and snatch the piece of meat away.
"Um... M-Maxwell doesn't like sweet things," Nia Mitchell interjected, seeing Silvia Waterborne's hand, still offering the food, remain suspended in mid-air while Maxwell Peary sat there motionless. Unable to bear it any longer, Nia Mitchell had stepped in, a classic case of a beauty saving the hero.
