So, Maxwell Peary was in a tough spot.
In the middle of the night, he was sitting there smoking alone.
His stomach was cramping in waves.
That's when he remembered he hadn't had time to eat dinner.
And now, being angry made his stomach protest.
Damn it!
Maxwell clutched his stomach and went straight to the kitchen.
In the large kitchen, it had everything. Opening the refrigerator to find something to eat, he saw neatly arranged strawberries.
She...
Nia Mitchell's image filled Maxwell's mind,
and he thought of how she looked every time she ate strawberries. Gradually, his frown eased.
Despite always disliking these things, he inexplicably reached out and grabbed a strawberry.
He slowly put it in his mouth, and the sweet and sour taste quickly overtook his taste buds.
He...
seemed to sense Nia Mitchell's presence.
Maxwell stood in front of the fridge, eyes closed, with his long fair fingers holding a strawberry, finishing it while standing there.
