So, Maxwell Peary was in a tough spot.
In the middle of the night, he was sitting there smoking alone.
His stomach was cramping in waves.
That’s when he rembered he hadn’t had ti to eat dinner.
And now, being angry made his stomach protest.
Damn it!
Maxwell clutched his stomach and went straight to the kitchen.
In the large kitchen, it had everything. Opening the refrigerator to find sothing to eat, he saw neatly arranged strawberries.
She...
Nia Mitchell’s image filled Maxwell’s mind,
and he thought of how she looked every ti she ate strawberries. Gradually, his frown eased.
Despite always disliking these things, he inexplicably reached out and grabbed a strawberry.
He slowly put it in his mouth, and the sweet and sour taste quickly overtook his taste buds.
He...
seed to sense Nia Mitchell’s presence.
Maxwell stood in front of the fridge, eyes closed, with his long fair fingers holding a strawberry, finishing it while standing there.
His stomach was instantly dominated by a cool sensation, and a bitter smile appeared on his lips.
What was he even doing now?
Missing soone by seeing things?
He was doing sothing so childish.
With a self-mocking smile, he reached for the bread beside him and started eating.
He poured a glass of milk but frowned when he was about to drink it.
He...
didn’t seem to like milk much.
With reluctance, he took a sip.
Tasted awful.
Not as good as when he was with Nia Mitchell.
He felt like maybe he was losing his mind.
He threw the milk in the kitchen and walked away alone.
Nia Mitchell had not been around for long, but she had changed him so much.
Lying on the big bed, it seed he could still catch a whiff of her scent.
But...
when he turned around, no one was beside him.
......
The CEO had insomnia, from night till morning, unable to sleep at all.
But, Nia Mitchell slept extraordinarily well, opening her eyes to a bright sky outside.
Every morning when she opened her eyes to see the sunlight, it felt wonderful.
Fiona Sutton, who should have been lying beside her, had already gotten up. At this ti, she was sitting in the living room, and in the open kitchen, Charles Northwood was busy with breakfast.
"I want to drink a bowl of chicken soup."
Fiona Sutton uncharacteristically made a direct request.
Charles Northwood brought out the chicken soup; even if she hadn’t asked, he would still have given it to her.
"You’re finally learning how to take care."
With all the recent fuss, she’s lost quite a bit of weight.
Need to nourish well.
"Of course I do, I have to take good care of my baby."
She smiled as she sat there, taking a small sip of the chicken soup.
She must take good care of this child, absolutely must.
"Drink slowly, or you’ll feel sick later. I’ll make breakfast for you now, maybe so soy milk."
With that, he brought out the beans he had soaked last night and carefully washed them.
Nia Mitchell yawned as she ca out of the bedroom, seeing the two of them chatting there.
"You all woke up so early."
A bit embarrassed for staying in bed, she smiled as she walked over.
"No, you just woke up late."
Fiona Sutton smiled, watching Nia Mitchell’s playful expression, her eyes full of laughter.
"Looking at how you slept, seems like Mr. Peary didn’t let you rest well last night, did he?"
With that, Fiona Sutton raised her eyebrows suggestively.
Nia Mitchell felt awkward.
Uh...
It seed like Fiona Sutton was teasing her.
So early in the morning, did it have to be this suggestive?
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