"Who would believe you're so incredibly noble when you're clearly acting like you're a bargain item?"
Nia Mitchell blinked. "Uncle Peary, are you putting yourself on sale?"
Maxwell Peary: ...!!!
"Mrs. Peary, Mr. Peary is putting himself on sale. Do you want him?"
"I wouldn't dare refuse."
Maxwell Peary lowered his head, a pleased look on his face, and captured her lips. Unlike the previous few times, which had been as light as a dragonfly skimming water, this time, he bit her lip, a hint of aggression in the touch.
"MMM..."
Nia Mitchell felt the blood rush to her head, her face burning, as she weakly pushed against his chest.
"Peary... MMM..."