enjoyebooks Chapter 1348 - 1347: Severing His Hopes
Chapter 1348 - 1347: Severing His Hopes
Anne Davidson wore a face full of grievance, her words carrying both strength and a coquettish tone."This is her job."
Maxwell Peary glanced at Anne Davidson, then continued walking forward.
"Maxwell, I’ve been waiting for you here all morning, shall we go have lunch?"
"I’m sorry, I need to go back to accompany my wife."
Hearing him mention Nia Mitchell, Anne Davidson subconsciously glanced at his cheek.
She couldn’t tell if it was because Maxwell Peary was pale or due to some preconceived notion, but she always felt his cheek looked a bit red.
It seemed as if there were faint finger marks visible.
"Did you have a fight? Is that why you’re going back to soothe her?"
Anne Davidson was very unhappy, her face full of embarrassment.
"Why would you stoop so low for a woman like her? She’s not worth it, you should be proud."
Maxwell Peary, this is Young Master Peary after all.
Imagine, who else in this world would dare slap Young Master Peary?
Probably only Nia Mitchell, that clueless woman, would make a move.
But maybe it’s a good thing since this way Maxwell Peary will know who truly cares for him.
"Maxwell, you really shouldn’t indulge Nia Mitchell anymore, you should see her..."
"Haven’t you said enough?"
Maxwell Peary stopped and looked at Anne Davidson, his face full of impatience.
"I’m going home."
With that, he continued walking.
Seeing this, Anne Davidson stomped her foot, utterly speechless and furious.
"Maxwell, we haven’t had a meal together in years, let’s go have one, please?"
Anne Davidson looked pitiful.
But if this face belonged to Rabina Mitchell, Maxwell Peary would have immediately softened.
But...
It was not.
"Sorry, my wife is waiting for me."
Maxwell Peary was resolute, even though he hadn’t told Rabina Mitchell he would be home for lunch today.
He wanted to surprise Rabina Mitchell.
"Maxwell."
Anne Davidson anxiously reached out and grabbed his arm.
"Let go!"
Maxwell Peary had finally had enough. He stopped and looked at her coldly.
Anne Davidson was taken aback and awkwardly released her hand.
"I’m sorry."
Apologizing obediently, Anne Davidson lowered her head.
"I just wanted to have a meal with you, it’s been so long since we’ve met. I’ve been back for a long time..."
She knew he had been avoiding her.
Listening to her say all this, Maxwell Peary sighed helplessly.
"Sorry,"
After those two words, he turned and walked away resolutely.
Watching him leave, Anne Davidson suddenly burst into tears.
Maxwell Peary was too cruel, how could he be so cruel?
...
Maxwell Peary didn’t care about Anne Davidson’s emotions. He immediately drove towards the villa on the hillside.
Meanwhile, Nia Mitchell had just drunk a large glass of milk, feeling energetic, and was pondering whether to visit Royal Bay Villa in the afternoon.
Didn’t Maxwell Peary mention that Royal Bay Villa was being renovated for their wedding?
Just the thought of standing together, holding a wedding, filled her with joy.
She was even more curious about Royal Bay Villa.
"Young Mistress, would you like to have lunch?"
Frederick Goldsmith checked the time and came over to ask her preference.
"Sure, I’d like a Sweet and Sour Feast."
Nia Mitchell happily instructed, then snuggled on the sofa.
The bandages on her knees and elbows had been removed, leaving them exposed to the air, often itching.
...
About half an hour later, Frederick Goldsmith came to call her for lunch.
Nia Mitchell happily walked towards the dining hall, but heard some noise at the door.
Hm?