When Nia Mitchell ca out after taking a shower, half an hour had already passed.
It was indeed a bit inconvenient, but not to the point of needing help.
She ca out dressed in pajamas and saw that the CEO was still sitting on the sofa.
"Why haven’t you showered yet?"
Usually, she showered in the Main Bedroom, and then the CEO would go to the Secondary Bedroom or Guest Room to shower, so why was he still in his clothes today?
Maxwell Peary looked down at himself and then at the ti.
Uh...
Half an hour had passed.
He, who always paid great attention to ti and never idled, had sohow unknowingly sat here for half an hour?
He himself couldn’t quite believe saying this.
"I..."
Maxwell Peary didn’t know how to explain, should he say he was sitting here thinking, and ti slipped away quietly?
Ah... no, clearly not.
"Co over and take your dicine."
The butler had brought water earlier; it was just the right temperature, perfect for taking dicine.
Nia Mitchell nodded and imdiately walked over.
She reached out to take the dicine from the CEO’s hand, swallowed it with the water.
Gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp!
After drinking several big sips of water, Nia Mitchell sat down.
"Uncle, you should go shower and then rest early."
Since he was always so busy, it’s even more important to pay attention to sleep at night.
Maxwell Peary nodded but didn’t leave; instead, he picked up so ointnt and gently pulled Nia Mitchell’s right hand over.
Looking at the bruised and purplish skin, it was quite noticeable.
Maxwell Peary frowned, it seed more serious than it looked earlier.
How did a short period make the wrist look so shocking?
Nia Mitchell was also stunned for a mont; she wasn’t feeling as much pain as before, but it couldn’t move.
She hadn’t expected her wrist to look like this.
"Uncle?"
Sensing Maxwell Peary’s unease, Nia Mitchell imdiately called out to him.
"Hmm."
Maxwell Peary responded, then began to apply the ointnt on her wrist.
"Ah..."
Nia Mitchell’s hand shrank back slightly, her eyes reddening.
Maxwell Peary’s face imdiately showed worry and compassion, his eyes fixed tightly on Nia Mitchell.
"Did I hurt you? Does it hurt a lot?"
"It’s okay, Uncle, just be gentler."
It really hurt just now—pain that couldn’t be touched.
"Alright, I’ll be gentler."
Maxwell Peary agreed, but his fingers, sared with ointnt, froze, not knowing what to do.
He was afraid he’d use too much force and hurt her again.
At this mont, it was hard to believe that Young Master Peary, who stood at the top in Capital Town, would have trembling hands.
"Uncle, just a little gentle will do."
Acknowledging that Maxwell Peary hadn’t started applying the ointnt for a long while, Nia Mitchell spoke up.
She didn’t want to see her uncle sad.
But it seed...
he was always sad.
"I have always been gentle."
Maxwell Peary took a deep breath, slowly placed his hand on her wrist, and gently applied the ointnt evenly.
"By tomorrow, it won’t hurt anymore. Now that the ointnt is applied, you need to rest well."
He put down the ointnt and picked up the gauze, wrapping it gently to prevent the ointnt from smudging the blanket.
Nia Mitchell nodded, her eyes filled with laughter.
"Uncle, were you nervous just now?"
Once everything was settled, Nia Mitchell started to tease him.
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