Evelyn Peary was sitting in the Living Room, listening to the conversation at the door, and couldn't help twitching the corner of her mouth.
Those two were blatantly showing off their love, weren't they?
It was brutal to a single dog like her.
"Okay, okay, my bad, I'll definitely change next time."
He'd only wanted to give her a surprise, he hadn't expected to scare her.
Helplessly, with eyes full of indulgent affection, he reached out to pull her into the house, then had her sit down on a chair.
"Why did you come out of the Company so late today?"
Maxwell Peary casually asked a question, pretending it was nothing.
Nia Mitchell froze, immediately furrowing her delicate little brows, pulling her foot back to keep him from changing her shoes for her.
"Uncle, how do you know I got off late from the Company today?"
Way too weird, way too weird, seriously suspicious.
Maxwell Peary's movement stiffened; he hadn't expected little Rabina Mitchell to be so sharp today.
