Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot

Nia Mitchell stared blankly as Maxwell Peary led her towards the private booth. She looked up at his tall, imposing figure, which gave her a sense of security.

"Uncle Peary."

Nia spoke softly, biting her lip, worried Maxwell might be angry.

"What’s wrong?"

Maxwell stopped, concern etched on his face when he noticed her unhappiness.

"Did I mess up again?"

So that’s why he’s had such a cold expression, not saying a word since he came back from the restroom, she thought.

Maxwell, realizing his young wife was feeling down, offered a reassuring smile.