Maxwell Peary stroked Nia Mitchell’s hair, his eyes full of indulgence. "You have a banquet to attend this Saturday, and you’re meeting your mother-in-law on Sunday. Have you forgotten?" Nia paused, only now remembering her next two days were fully booked. The mention of meeting her mother-in-law made Nia suddenly recall what had happened previously. Would she... have to leave here soon? Leave Uncle Peary? With this thought, Nia’s mood plummeted, and her smile gradually faded. Seeing this, Maxwell Peary knitted his brows, uncertain why her mood had changed. Was she worried about the banquet on Saturday? Was she nervous about meeting her mother-in-law on Sunday? Or was she upset about not being able to go shopping with him? "Let’s go out for a walk to clear our minds. Dinner will be ready soon," Maxwell Peary suggested. He remembered Bunny saying that if she ate too much now, she wouldn’t have room for dinner. Fresh chapters posted on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝙣𝙚𝙩 Nia nodded and let the CEO lead her toward the garden. The garden at Royal Bay Villa wasn’t small at all. It contained winding corridors and an array of precious flowers. In addition, deep in the garden, there was a small greenhouse where the flowers bloomed with even greater vibrancy. "Uncle, why do these flowers seem different?" Nia stared curiously at a few pots. She had paid special attention to these particular pots because she had watered them before. Upon hearing Nia’s words, Maxwell Peary felt somewhat puzzled, unsure where her comment was coming from. "What’s different about them?" he furrowed his brows, not understanding. "These few pots. Didn’t I water them before? I feel like these aren’t the same pots I watered." Nia furrowed her brow, deep in thought. But she couldn’t pinpoint what was different, as they looked identical. Only then did Maxwell Peary recall her watering these plants once. He had subsequently instructed the butler to replace them with identical ones if they died from overwatering. It seemed the flowers had indeed died from overwatering. But they looked identical to him. How could Bunny tell the difference? "How could they not be the same ones you watered before?" He walked over to Nia and looked at her. From her expression, it was clear she was also unsure. "Maybe I was mistaken," Nia eventually said, doubting herself and letting the matter drop. "Uncle, will your mother truly like me?" Nia couldn’t help but voice her worries, turning to look at Maxwell Peary. "Of course, she will." Maxwell Peary patted her head, surprised she had been worrying about this all evening. "But I’m afraid she won’t like me, because I... If your mother doesn’t like me, then Uncle, will you really... really..." In the end, Nia couldn’t bring herself to say the word ’divorce.’ Maxwell Peary frowned with regret. He shouldn’t have mentioned divorce; he hadn’t realized Bunny would take it so seriously. "Whether she likes you or not is her business. Nothing will change between us," he said, bending down slightly to look directly into her eyes, his voice filled with utmost sincerity. Nia froze. As she looked up, she was instantly captivated by the depths of his dark eyes. Maxwell Peary gathered her into his arms and sealed her words with a sudden kiss. The evening breeze was cool, and his lips carried its chill. His unique scent enveloped her. A peculiar tingling sensation quickly coursed through them. Maxwell Peary passionately deepened the kiss, his large hand sliding up her back. Nia’s face turned crimson. Even through her clothes, she could feel the blazing heat of his palm. In her daze, her already flushed cheeks burned even hotter.