Even if Silvia Waterborne asked ten million questions, Maxwell Peary might not answer a single one.
Her mouth was dry from talking, but he was still the same as when they started, sitting there without saying a word.
All four of them had arrived, and soon the dishes were served.
Awkward!
In the whole Private Room, there wasn't a single sound. Nia Mitchell was sitting there, and unlike before, she didn't show the slightest interest in the food.
She sat there, hesitating for a long time, but still didn't speak.
When she looked up, she saw Maxwell Peary sitting opposite her.
Just now she'd been sitting next to Maxwell Peary, and never expected that the mighty CEO would say nothing at all, just turn his head, leave his seat, and sit across from her.
At this point, everything was pretty obvious.
This little married couple had really had a fight.
When it came to this kind of thing, Evelyn Peary was completely helpless, just standing there stiffly, face frozen.
What to do?
