As Maxwell Peary listened to her soft words, his mind grew restless and his heart throbbed, feeling as if it had been delicately brushed by a feather.
"Uncle, are you listening?"
As Nia Mitchell continued speaking, she gradually lost the initial awkwardness she felt. The warmth on her face subsided, and her words flowed more naturally.
Maxwell Peary's dark eyes grew deeper as he stared at his little wife standing before him, wishing he could meld her into his very bones and blood.
And so, he leaned down, seizing the lips he yearned for.
"UH!"
Nia Mitchell's eyes widened. What is happening? This development isn't quite as expected! Before I came in, I had thought of thousands of possible reactions from Maxwell Peary, but this wasn't one of them.
Once the kiss ended, Maxwell Peary released Nia Mitchell.
"I'll listen to you."
The simple words, laden with a unique charm, made it impossible for one to extricate oneself from their pull.
