Nia Mitchell's face turned beet red instantly. How could Mother-in-law say such a thing?
Seriously...
Too embarrassing.
She stood there, so awkward she didn't know what to say.
"Oh my, you're blushing."
Silvia Waterborne immediately had a gleeful expression as if she'd discovered a new continent.
This kind of teasing carried a playful, roguish vibe.
Nia bit her lip and stomped her foot in embarrassment.
"I'm not blushing, it's just... just..."
Nia didn't have a clue what to say and began to panic.
"Alright, I won't tease you anymore, or I'll end up getting back at.
If that wife-protecting fanatic son finds out, he'll definitely have a sour face and look at her quite displeased.
And then he'd be plotting all sorts of things in his mind.
Tsk tsk.
The scariest thing about Maxwell Peary is precisely this, always making people tremble with fear.
Nia: ......
"What exactly is your relationship?"
