"What is this, if not a public display of affection?"
Fiona Sutton shot her a disapproving glance, her expression disdainful as she shook her head repeatedly.
"Look at you, so controlled by him. Anyone who knows you knows you're his wife. Those who don't would probably think you're his daughter."
Daughter...
Fiona Sutton, you really are something else!
"Geez, what on earth are you talking about?"
Nia Mitchell focused on the road ahead, driving carefully. This car was Uncle Peary's usual ride; if she caused any more trouble with it, she'd be doomed.
"Alright, alright, I'll stop teasing you. I have to get to school soon anyway."
Fiona Sutton scratched her head, looking unconcerned.
「University A—」
The black Rolls-Royce drove directly onto campus. Nia Mitchell paid no mind to being low-key or not, especially since she'd already caused such a stir.
She smoothly parked the car beneath the women's dormitory.
"If you really like Charles Northwood, then go pursue him."
