Nia Mitchell’s face instantly turned red, while Fiona Sutton was all smiles.
Haha!
"Do you have to act like this? I was just joking."
Just kidding, dear.
Yet your expression is the best answer.
It seems Nia Mitchell is quite happy next to Maxwell Peary.
"I’m not talking to you anymore."
So annoying.
Nia Mitchell embarrassedly turned around and headed to the bathroom with a look of frustration.
Ah, so embarrassing, Charles Northwood is still here, and she dared to joke like that.
And what was with her reaction just now?
She should have been more innocent and denied it!
So sad.
"She’s thin-skinned, do you have to joke like that?"
Charles Northwood watched her leave with a smile, then turned to look at Fiona Sutton.
Fiona Sutton shrugged.
"I didn’t say anything, really. It’s just the literal aning, and she interpreted it too deeply."
Fiona Sutton sat there innocently, smiling while sipping chicken soup.
Charles Northwood shook his head helplessly, then started making soy milk.
"Shall I boil you an egg, do you want one?"
Charles Northwood suddenly spoke, turning to look at Fiona Sutton, who was sipping the soup.
"I don’t want an egg, I’ve already had chicken soup. Co on, Professor Northwood, can’t you spare the chicken?"
Early morning, and all kinds of chicken?
Haha.
"Alright."
Charles Northwood didn’t insist, unlike before when she wouldn’t eat anything, and if she refused, he would still follow his plan to prepare.
Now Fiona Sutton’s mood has improved a lot, understanding what’s best for herself.
No boiled egg.
When Nia Mitchell ca out of the bathroom, the soy milk was ready.
Charles Northwood brought out the soy milk and served a portion to Nia Mitchell.
"The soy milk is a bit hot, both of you be careful."
Charles Northwood, looking like a good homaker, said as he continued toward the kitchen.
"There’s still so chicken soup left, Nia Mitchell, do you want so?"
"I won’t drink it, it’ll make fat."
Nia Mitchell pouted, opting for the soy milk instead.
This soy milk looks particularly tasty.
"I’ll make you a chicken patty. It’s my own creation."
He smiled as he started to work.
Nia Mitchell was happily drinking soy milk when her phone suddenly rang.
CEO?
Nia Mitchell looked at the caller ID, taken aback.
"Hello?"
After hesitating for a long ti, she finally answered.
"Where are you now?"
Not coming back overnight, that’s too much, too much!
He’s decided, he must properly teach her a lesson.
Not coming back, huh?
Then never co back.
"I’m at Charles Northwood’s."
Uh...
Maxwell Peary’s expression was quite spectacular; his little Rabina slept over at Charles Northwood’s?
Damn it!
"What are you doing at Charles Northwood’s?"
"Taking care of Fiona Sutton."
Nia Mitchell answered simply, speaking while drinking soy milk.
"Even if you’re taking care of Fiona, you can’t stay there. Why aren’t you coming ho?"
Maxwell Peary instantly forgot his previous thought.
Saying never co back, haha, like that’s possible.
There are too many out there wanting to take in little Rabina; he absolutely can’t let them get the chance.
Exactly, he must go and bring Nia Mitchell back now.
Maxwell Peary furrowed his brow, sitting heavily on the couch, then casually grabbed a suit jacket from beside him.
He’s decided, going over to Charles Northwood’s to bring little Rabina back.
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