Having heard Evelyn Peary's words, Maxwell Peary glanced at Samuel Peary. His meaning was obvious: if the person in question declined, on what grounds could you agree?
Stunned, Samuel Peary furrowed his brows, his thick black eyebrows nearly meeting in the middle.
"Marriage is a major event; parents' command and matchmakers' advice should be respected. Do either of you, brother and sister, ever make things easy?"
Samuel Peary's anger suddenly focused on Maxwell. Then, with deep dissatisfaction, he shot a glare at Nia Mitchell, who was sitting beside Maxwell.
Nia Mitchell widened her sparkling eyes, turning to look at Maxwell Peary.
Seeing that Maxwell still had no expression and their hands were still tightly clasped, suddenly, she was not afraid of anything.
With Maxwell Peary by her side, he would definitely protect her.
There was no absolute need to bring her here today.
