Nia Mitchell pursed her lips, her mouth moving slightly. After a moment's hesitation, she chose to remain silent.
Maxwell Peary sighed, his heart aching as he tenderly wiped her tears. In his twenty-nine years, he had never felt this way before.
Seeing her cry, his heart clenched with a painful throb. This was only their first day of marriage, and already such a scene had unfolded. Their future life... tsk tsk.
"Speak up. Don't just stay silent," Maxwell Peary commanded, his face cold, and his words carried the unmistakable authority of the head of the family.
Nia Mitchell, startled, shivered and obediently nodded. "I'll be good from now on."
Her eyes reddened again, but ultimately, she held back her tears. She was afraid that if she annoyed Maxwell Peary by crying, she might get hit.
Maxwell Peary nodded, opened the car door, and stepped out. Just as he was about to get back in, he noticed a Dessert Shop not far away.
