After changing his shoes, Maxwell Peary sat beside her and began to change his own shoes.
"Go get a glass of water and bring it to the bedroom."
Maxwell Peary looked up and gave the butler an instruction, then turned to Nia Mitchell.
"Yes."
Frederick Goldsmith nodded, he had already noticed that Young Master Peary was holding dicine earlier.
No idea what’s going on.
Nia Mitchell sat over there, looked down at her slippers, and pouted her lips.
"Let’s go."
Once Maxwell Peary changed his shoes and noticed her adorable expression, he shook his head helplessly.
"Does your hand still hurt?"
His voice ca over, filled with tenderness and guilt.
Nia Mitchell was taken aback and blinked her eyes.
"It doesn’t hurt as much as it did at first."
She tried her best to put on a smile, understanding the CEO’s tornt throughout.
She didn’t want Maxwell to feel too burdened.
Anyway, it was unintentional on his part.
Bla her for wanting to scare him; otherwise, this wouldn’t have happened.
Maxwell Peary’s eyes landed on her right wrist once again, his heart aching.
"Let’s go."
Holding her uninjured left hand, the two of them walked upstairs, one after the other.
Nia Mitchell took a couple of steps, looked at the CEO’s back, and then at their intertwined hands, instantly feeling overjoyed.
Compared to her good mood, the CEO was suffering.
Pulling her into the master bedroom, he sat on the sofa and took out the ointnt to apply it for her.
"Uncle, I haven’t showered yet."
Nia Mitchell imdiately stopped the CEO’s actions; he must be too worried, so he forgot about this.
Otherwise, applying ointnt and then showering would be pointless.
Maxwell Peary was taken aback by Rabina’s words, suddenly realizing.
He actually forgot about that.
His expression changed instantly.
"Let’s go."
He reached out and took her directly to the bathroom.
Maxwell Peary personally started running water into the bathtub while testing the temperature.
"It’s about right."
Three minutes later, Maxwell Peary turned to look at Nia Mitchell standing on the side, reaching out to help her undress.
"Hey, hey, hey, I can do it myself, I can do it myself."
Nia Mitchell imdiately refused, reaching out to slap away the CEO’s approaching hands.
Maxwell Peary was taken aback and furrowed his brows.
"You’re hurt."
How can she still do it herself?
He wanted to personally serve her; he wasn’t an outsider, so why be so distant?
Nia Mitchell moved her lips, standing there with an unpleasant expression.
"It’s just my wrist that’s hurt, I can still shower, now hurry and get out!"
As she spoke, Nia Mitchell pushed the CEO out.
What’s with this, how is he helping here?
Clearly he’s being a rogue.
Nia Mitchell pouted her lips.
Maxwell Peary was pushed back, then looked at the little Rabina standing in front.
"Can you really manage?"
He still couldn’t believe it, wanting to help her himself.
"Of course I can."
"Bang!"
With those words, Rabina Mitchell slamd the door shut.
Maxwell Peary: ......
He had accidentally hurt her today, so is this why she’s unhappy?
Otherwise, normally she wouldn’t stop him from helping with the shower.
Thinking of the shower, Nia Mitchell’s fair, smooth skin ca to his mind, making the CEO swallow hard.
What to do...
He’s starting to have wild thoughts.
His mind is full of inappropriate images at this mont.
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