Nia Mitchell lowered her head. Actually, she knew she shouldn't be so willful.
"I'm sorry..." Nia Mitchell suddenly burst into tears again, standing there, unsure of what to do.
Maxwell Peary stood up, hugged her, and wiped away her tears. "It was me who was a bit impulsive."
He kissed her eyes, which were swollen like walnuts. "I'll work on my temper. Give me another chance, alright? Let's not mention divorce anymore, okay?"
Nia Mitchell buried her head in his chest, WAH... She shouldn't have been so willful.
On their very first day of marriage, both of them had brought up divorce. Was this destined to mean their marriage would be out of the ordinary?
Maxwell Peary smoothed Nia Mitchell's hair. "Shall we replace the things in the house together?"
Nia Mitchell's eyes lit up. She immediately took the pair of pink slippers from the bag and tossed them onto the floor. "I want to change into these slippers first."
