Chapter 18 Are You Inviting a Kiss?
"Isn’t it quite obvious?"
Maxwell Peary rubbed his cheek. She really didn’t pull her punches. Stealing a kiss was so unreliable!
Very obvious? Quite clear that Uncle Peary was back? Quite obvious that she had fallen asleep? Uh...
"Um... Uncle Peary... your face..."
Nia Mitchell pointed at his cheek, recalling Beatrice Swan at the engagement ceremony, and remembering how many people brandished guns as they barged into the Police Station.
Ah!!!!! This is it, so dead!
With a poker face, Maxwell Peary grabbed Nia Mitchell’s left hand and looked at its red center, his lips curling into a smile.
"Does it hurt?"
"Uncle Peary..."
Was he actually concerned about her hand? She initially thought he was about to get angry.
"It’s late, let’s head to the Train Station."