novelraw Chapter 867 - 866: Did Young Master Peary Give You Anything?
Chapter 867 - 866: Did Young Master Peary Give You Anything?
Listening to Nia Mitchell’s words, Maxwell Peary’s eyes were full of tenderness as he reached out to touch her head, his lips slightly curved into a smile.This is his little wife.
He wants to watch her at every moment.
With her like this, he doesn’t know what he should do.
"Don’t worry."
The simple two words, calm as if carrying magic, directly landed on Nia Mitchell’s heart.
He reached out to hold her tiny hand, carrying his unique warmth, sweeping away all her emotions.
"Yes, I won’t mind other people’s eyes."
Nia Mitchell’s face was filled with a bright smile.
Her own life, why should she care about others’ opinions?
As long as she’s happy, isn’t that enough?
Her eyes, smiling and squinting like crescent moons, made others feel uplifted just looking at her.
"That’s good."
Maxwell Peary nodded, very pleased with her understanding.
Sitting opposite, her father’s lips twitched as he turned to look at his son beside him.
The silent language, as if asking, were these two always like this before?
This isn’t proving anything, it’s clearly showing off affection!
It’s too much, not even considering where they are.
"Nia Mitchell, come in with me for a moment."
Speaking, her father walked towards the bedroom at the side.
Nia Mitchell was taken aback, instinctively turning to look at Maxwell Peary, not knowing what to do.
In an instant, her full-faced smile turned into such helplessness.
Maxwell Peary immediately frowned, reached out to touch her hair.
"Go ahead, I’ll be waiting here for you."
Nia Mitchell nodded, her smile once again lifted on her face.
Such a warm-hearted sentence, what else is she afraid to face?
Without saying much more, she directly followed her father towards the bedroom at the side.
Gently closing the bedroom door, Nia Mitchell looked puzzled at her father sitting by the bed.
"How did he explain this to you?"
Her father immediately asked, having an indescribable guilt for this daughter, hoping she wouldn’t be wronged.
Yet the man she found is too powerful, too daunting, so as a father, he can do nothing.
"I believe uncle, dad, you should believe him too, okay?"
"What uncle? Is that how you refer to your husband?"
Her father suddenly opened up, with a very stern tone.
In this world, how many men wish their wives would address them like that?
His daughter is so clueless.
Nia Mitchell was stunned, never feeling there was anything wrong in calling Maxwell Peary like that.
But now, under her father’s gaze, she slowly lowered her head.
"I’ve gotten used to it, and he never said he didn’t like it."
Nia Mitchell bit her lower lip, feeling a bit unsure saying this.
Not knowing whether Maxwell Peary really never objected.
She can’t remember what Maxwell Peary said before, her mind blank, unable to recall anything.
"Alright, let’s not talk about that now. Since you registered your marriage, has he given you anything?"
Her father asked, feeling very embarrassed.
Nia Mitchell was taken aback, blinked, looking at her father very puzzled.
Well, just as he imagined.
Nia Mitchell, this foolish child, hadn’t asked for anything.
"Don’t you know how to fight for a bit of rights for yourself? What if you two divorce, won’t you just lose your youth and end up with nothing?"
Nia Mitchell’s complexion instantly changed, how could dad say that?