Nia Mitchell lay there in a daze, then sat up mechanically.
"Charles Northwood, I know I was wrong not to inform you about my wedding, but it's better if you don't make such jokes."
She knew very well how much Uncle Peary liked her.
They had just spoken on the phone earlier; how could...
"Am I the kind of person who makes jokes like that?"
Charles Northwood frowned, surprised that Nia Mitchell thought he was joking.
"It's at the Royal Dynasty Hotel. Do you want to come over?"
Leaning against the white wall, Charles Northwood looked exhausted.
Why didn't she say anything before getting married?
He even suspected: Was it because she was too devastated by the Hendry Hampton incident that Maxwell Peary had managed to take advantage of her vulnerability?
If this is the case, can this relationship last?
"I'm not going. I trust Maxwell Peary; he wouldn't do anything to wrong me."
