Hearing Julia Adams' words, Maxwell Peary, who had been about to leave, paused. Turning his head, he looked at Julia Adams.
His captivating black eyes held an unusual allure, drawing in anyone who met his gaze.
"Oh?" His tone lifted slightly. That single word was enough to make Julia Adams' heart flutter.
"You're treating?" Maxwell Peary glanced at Nia Mitchell beside him, his expression unchanged.
Nia Mitchell gave an embarrassed smile, standing there, unsure how to explain. So many things had happened today. How was she supposed to tell him that she hadn't actually planned to treat everyone, especially in front of all her classmates?
Maxwell Peary, being as perceptive as he was, only needed one look at Nia Mitchell's expression and the lavish feast on the table to understand the situation.
"You've finished eating. Have your classmates finished as well?"
