Nia Mitchell always felt something was amiss, constantly watching Charles Northwood with a furrowed brow.
Charles Northwood shook his head.
"No, don't overthink this. I'll handle it."
Nia Mitchell nodded, believing Charles Northwood had the capability.
"I'll go make you some porridge."
Charles Northwood's eyes were dark with fatigue.
Seeing him like this, Nia Mitchell felt a bit sorry.
"You don't have to do this, just send me back to the Villa halfway up the mountain."
Her uncle wasn't back yet. At this moment, she really wanted to be with Maxwell Peary.
Charles Northwood shook his head and reached out to touch her hair.
"It's too late. If you want to go back, let's wait until tomorrow."
Saying this, he smiled and turned to leave.
He went to prepare the porridge; at this time, eating lightly would be better for her.
Nia Mitchell felt Maxwell Peary's words were very reasonable and nodded as she watched his back.
