Everyone started swooning, staring dazedly at the man standing over there.
Good heavens, this man is so handsome! Did he walk into the wrong room?
A man like this should be the type who gets the best and most luxurious Private Rooms at the Royal Dynasty Hotel, right? How could he possibly appear here?
Maxwell Peary's gaze landed on Nia Mitchell immediately. His expression softened slightly as he walked towards her.
In the quiet Private Room, the only sounds were Maxwell's footsteps and the thumping of their hearts.
Nia Mitchell watched Maxwell approach, feeling somewhat mesmerized.
Even though she saw him like this every day, she still felt a sense of dazed unreality, as if everything were an illusion.
An outstanding man like him was the most eye-catching sight wherever he went, captivating enough to draw the attention of the entire world.
But who would believe that a man like this was her husband?
And she was just the most ordinary person in this world.
"Finished eating?"
