Young Master Peary didn’t think he was flaunting his affection at all; real affection never needed showing off.
He was just doing so everyday things.
Wasn’t he like this every single day?
Nia Mitchell’s little face flushed red as she sat there awkwardly and reached out to push the CEO’s hand away.
"I can do it myself."
Her voice was soft. After she finished speaking, she picked up the tissue in the CEO’s hand and wiped her own mouth.
Looking like that made Young Master Peary’s heart pound even more.
"You haven’t taken your dicine yet."
Maxwell Peary suddenly thought of sothing. As he spoke, he imdiately stood up and left the Dining Hall.
dicine?
Evelyn Peary caught that point, blinked, and looked at her little sister-in-law, whose face was still flushed.
"Sis-in-law, what kind of dicine?"
Forgive her for overthinking it—could it be the morning-after pill?
So the two of them have been together for quite a while already, that’s why sis-in-law’s belly hasn’t shown any movent?
But...
She’d actually thought every day that her big brother treated sis-in-law pretty well, and it turned out he was making her take dicine.
Doesn’t he know taking that stuff is bad for her body?
Shouldn’t he, as a man, step up and just wear a condom?
"It’s just that I got a little hurt before, so..."
As she spoke, she rolled up her right sleeve a little.
Whoa!
Evelyn Peary was startled. Damn, no wonder the two of them were being so lovey-dovey this morning.
Turns out sis-in-law’s right hand was injured, so it wasn’t convenient for her to eat.
But...
That bruise was so serious, and you could clearly see finger marks on it.
"Sis-in-law, don’t tell this is my brother’s doing?"
That’s really sothing—dostic violence, seriously.
She really had misjudged him.
Sis-in-law must be in so much pain.
No, no way, she had to tell Mom and have Mom give big brother a proper lecture.
She’d always thought that with her brother being that old and still not dating, there must be sothing wrong sowhere.
So this is where the problem lies.
Evelyn Peary imdiately frowned and was about to grab her phone.
"Hey, hey, hey, this was Uncle Peary by accident. It’s all my fault for deliberately trying to scare him."
Nia Mitchell didn’t want Evelyn to misunderstand Uncle Peary, so she explained what had happened that day.
After listening, Evelyn Peary understood.
"So that’s how it was. I thought..."
At that point, Evelyn also felt a bit embarrassed.
"Then with your right hand injured, are you still going to work?"
This really wasn’t convenient at all.
"Yeah, I just joined Star dia, I don’t want to ask for leave on my second day."
Nia Mitchell smiled, feeling that she really was sothing else.
"If you need leave, just take it. But how did you end up working at Star dia?"
Evelyn Peary still didn’t know about this.
With big brother’s personality, how could he possibly let sis-in-law leave MC Group?
She just couldn’t figure it out.
She had no idea that although Young Master Peary’s word was law and once spoken could not be taken back, and no one could change his decisions—
It still depended on who was involved.
Nia Mitchell just had that ability, to make Maxwell Peary compromise every ti.
"I used to work at Star dia, and as for MC, it’s great, but I always felt like I was disturbing Uncle’s work. And I had a bit of my own selfishness too—I really didn’t know how to get along with the colleagues over there."
Not to ntion how the entire Secretary Departnt kept gossiping about her being a Mistress.
Even the way everyone looked at her made her feel extrely uncomfortable.
Star dia was different. Although there were still rumors because of her, they weren’t nearly as bad.
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