Nia Mitchell was filled with exasperation. Why did she have a nagging feeling that the CEO was... being petulant?
No, no, no, that can’t be right, she must have heard wrong.
The CEO, such an overwhelmingly dominant man, being petulant? Impossible!
"Ahem, so does that an if I don’t co ho, you won’t eat?"
Nia Mitchell didn’t tell him that she was already in a cab on her way ho, suddenly wanting to play a trick on him.
"Mhm."
Maxwell Peary simply responded with a hum. From his voice, she couldn’t tell whether he was serious or not.
"Well, then you can starve."
Nia Mitchell stuck her tongue out playfully, already imagining the CEO’s reaction to her words. Haha, his face must be darker than the bottom of a pot by now!
"Is Mrs. Peary so ruthless?"
Maxwell Peary casually picked up a cigarette, twirling it between his fingers non-stop.
"It’s not being ruthless; it’s you who isn’t eating."
Nia Mitchell pouted, her eyes crinkling with a smile. It was the unmistakable look of soone deeply in love.
"Really?"
Maxwell Peary stared at the cigarette, then raised it to his nose and sniffed. He wasn’t addicted to smoking, but now that he’d suddenly stopped, he felt like sothing was missing.
"Yeah, Uncle Peary, I’m hanging up now."
After saying that, Nia Mitchell quickly hung up. She leaned back against the taxi seat, the smile on her lips growing wider.
When she gets ho, she will definitely shock the CEO.
Haha, just imagining the CEO’s expression was enough to make her happy all day!
anwhile, in the study of Royal Bay Villa, Maxwell Peary glanced at his phone.
She hung up on again?
Tsk, who gave her such audacity?
"Young Master? It’s already half past eight, and you haven’t had your dinner yet."
Outside the door, Frederick Goldsmith, who had been hesitating for a long ti, finally knocked.
"Leave it there."
Maxwell Peary nonchalantly lit the cigarette, took a deep drag, and then picked up his pen to continue working.
「Twenty minutes later.」
Nia Mitchell tiptoed in through the door. Frederick Goldsmith, the butler, was in the living room and caught her the mont she entered.
"Shh!"
Seeing the butler was about to speak, Nia Mitchell quickly pressed a finger to her lips and shushed him.
The butler was taken aback, completely stunned.
Um, Madam, what are you up to?
"Where is Uncle Peary?"
Nia Mitchell looked around. Not seeing Maxwell Peary, she leaned closer to the butler and whispered,
"The Young Master is still in the study."
Nia Mitchell blinked. Hmm, a workaholic!
"Has he had dinner?"
"No."
Alright, so he really hasn’t had dinner.
Even though she hadn’t believed the CEO’s claim that he "couldn’t eat without her," now that she knew he really hadn’t eaten, her heart felt inexplicably warm.
A wide smile spread across her face as Nia Mitchell tiptoed upstairs.
She had initially planned to push open the door to the CEO’s study directly, but then she rembered she reeked of boiled at slices.
Ugh, I’d better go to the bedroom and change into clean clothes first.
She pushed open the bedroom door and had just picked out so clean clothes when a strand of her hair fell forward. Ugh... it slled of boiled at slices too.
Nia Mitchell pressed a hand to her forehead. Only then did she rember that her hair seed to have dipped into the soup while she was eating.
"This is so annoying. I’d better take a shower first."
She rummaged around and found a large, comfortable T-shirt.
However, it seed Rabina had completely forgotten about the hungry CEO, as she happily hugged the T-shirt and headed for the bathroom.
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