Maxwell Peary was taken aback, beginning to understand her concerns.
So, Rabina was disgusted by his saliva? But she hadn’t seed disgusted when they kissed, had she? Pretentious!
"Finish it."
Maxwell Peary stood there, pointing to the little bit of apple juice left, his tone leaving no room for refusal.
"I don’t like it."
Nia Mitchell pouted. He obviously knew she didn’t like it, yet he was still forcing her to drink it.
"I already drank most of it for you. You must finish the rest. If you don’t, you’ll have a glass of apple juice every night from now on—I an what I say."
Nia Mitchell’s eyes widened. Did he really have to be so ruthless?
"I..."
"There’s no room for negotiation."
"I..."
"Drink it."
Nia Mitchell lowered her head, reached for the apple juice in front of her, and gulped it down in an instant. Then...
She slamd the empty glass down and fled.
In the blink of an eye, Nia Mitchell had vanished.
Such speed! How had he never noticed this before?
Maxwell Peary stood rooted to the spot, sowhat exasperated. He glanced at the empty glass and shook his head.
And this entire scene was witnessed by the Golden Butler.
It seems I must report this matter to the Master.
「In the ensuite bathroom of the master bedroom on the second floor.」
Nia Mitchell stood resentfully by the sink, brushing her teeth. Damn it! He actually forced her to eat sothing she didn’t like! Tomorrow, she would definitely have the kitchen prepare a Sweet and Sour Feast. Then, she too would keep a straight face and force him to eat it. HUMPH!
The thought of that scene made Nia Mitchell cheer up considerably, a triumphant smile playing on her lips. Her mood improved a lot.
Looking up at her own blushing reflection in the mirror, Nia Mitchell reached out with her free hand to touch her cheek.
It’s so hot.
"Nia Mitchell!"
Maxwell Peary opened the door and walked in. Hearing his voice, Nia Mitchell imdiately lowered her hand and quickened the pace of her brushing.
"Hmm?"
Nia Mitchell turned to look at the CEO standing by the door. What did he want with her?
"I have so business to attend to and need to go out for a bit. You go to sleep; don’t wait up for ."
Only then did Nia Mitchell notice the CEO holding a suit jacket.
"Oh."
Nia Mitchell acknowledged, quickly rinsed her mouth, and walked over.
"Alright. Be careful then, and try to co back early."
It was almost ten o’clock. He must have sothing very important to do, going out at this hour.
"Understood."
This feeling of being cared for was damned good. Maxwell Peary leaned down and gave her a fiery kiss.
"Mmph, I just brushed my teeth."
Nia Mitchell finally managed to push him away, continuously wiping her vivid red lips with her hand.
"Heh. Finding distasteful now?"
Maxwell Peary suddenly bent down, placed his hand on the back of her head, and giving her no chance to refuse, delivered another passionate kiss. He only let her go when she was gasping for breath, her face flushed crimson.
Nia Mitchell was limp from the kiss, allowing him to easily scoop her into his arms.
Maxwell Peary gently laid her on the soft, large bed. The sight of her fragrant, soft, delicate body on the silver-grey sheets and duvet cover filled him with imnse satisfaction.
"I really don’t want to go."
He leaned down and lightly pecked her forehead.
"Just go already."
Nia Mitchell, overco with shyness, pushed at him with her hands.
"You don’t want to stay, not even a little? Hmm?"
He deliberately lowered his voice, sitting on the edge of the bed and leaning in close to her.
Each warm breath he exhaled brushed against her collarbone and neck, making her shift uncomfortably.
"No. Hurry up and go."
Nia Mitchell kept trying to push him away, but alas, the CEO’s strength was not sothing she could overco.
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