Maxwell Peary saw her disappointed look and smiled as he leaned in to whisper in her ear.
"Once you're healed, we'll make up for our honeymoon."
In an instant, Nia Mitchell perked up with excitement.
"Really, really?"
"Really."
"That's great!"
Nia Mitchell was so happy she almost leaped up, which made Maxwell Peary nervous, and he quickly held her down.
"Forgot about your injury?"
Maxwell Peary scolded her softly with lingering concern, and Nia Mitchell stuck out her little tongue.
Seeing their interaction, Silvia Waterborne was also very happy.
"I'm telling you two, I don't have work now, but I have plenty of time. Hurry and have a child to keep me occupied."
Taking the child out shopping would be so trendy.
Nia Mitchell blushed upon hearing this, but she still braced herself to discuss the matter.
"Uncle just said a couple of days ago to have a child in two years."
Maxwell Peary: ......
Little Rabina has learned to tattle. This feeling isn't good, not good at all.
