Nia Mitchell's words stung like a needle, pricking everyone present.
They looked at each other, but none made a move to pick up their chopsticks to eat.
Minutes slipped away.
When the Manager arrived with the waiter again, he found an odd situation.
"Mrs. Peary, what in the world happened here?"
Nobody knew.
"Um… Mrs. Peary, this was ordered by Mr. Peary."
He repeated the same line, then signaled the waiter to present the fruit plate.
Nia Mitchell raised an eyebrow, looked at the exquisite fruits on the plate, and smiled courteously.
"You've been working hard, Manager."
Saying so, Nia Mitchell took out her phone to call Maxwell Peary.
"Hmm? Missing me already?"
Maxwell Peary stretched his stiff muscles during the call, gazing out of the large window to see the sky had already turned completely dark.
When will it end?
How boring it was without his wife by his side.
