Maxwell Peary radiated coldness, sitting there with his eyebrows raised and an unhappy expression.
This little Rabina Mitchell, how could she say sothing like that?
Could it be because Charles Northwood is over there?
"You hurry up and eat too."
Nia Mitchell didn’t say more, just directly picked up a dish and placed it in the CEO’s bowl.
Instantly, the temperature rose.
Maxwell Peary happily picked up his chopsticks and continued eating.
Hmm...
Wife picking food, so blissful.
Nia Mitchell’s mouth twitched, is this man really Maxwell Peary, why does it feel like his deanor has changed?
Charles Northwood also noticed Maxwell Peary’s childishness, is this man really the feared Young Master Peary?
Why does sothing feel off?
"You three are just unbelievable."
Fiona Sutton rolled her eyes, these people are definitely teasing her.
Thinking of this, she touched her belly and then focused on eating.
She must take good care of herself, so that when Yancy Hastings returns, he will see a healthy baby.
...
After dinner, Fiona Sutton declined Nia Mitchell’s invitation and left with Charles Northwood.
Instantly, the road was left with just Nia Mitchell and Maxwell Peary.
"Have things been taken care of?"
Nia Mitchell couldn’t help but ask, she didn’t dare go online now.
As soon as she connected with the outside world, she would be bombarded from all sides.
"Yes, it’s been handled."
Only then did Maxwell Peary show his fatigue, after speaking, he reached out to hold her in his arms.
"Stay away from Fiona Sutton from now on."
She’s simply corrupting his little Rabina; such friends must be avoided.
"No."
Nia Mitchell let soone hold her, she pouted slightly after speaking.
"You..."
Maxwell Peary was suddenly exasperated, but couldn’t do anything.
"Hmm..."
Maxwell Peary bent down to seal Rabina Mitchell’s little mouth to prevent hearing anything unwanted.
...
Ti slowly passed, the next day, Nia Mitchell was allowed by the CEO to go to work.
"I can really go to work?"
Nia Mitchell could hardly believe it, she thought this matter would take a long ti to resolve.
Unexpectedly, the CEO handled it so quickly.
He is a man who acts rather than speaks.
He keeps his promises, and so...
Thinking of this, Nia Mitchell broke into a smile, standing on tiptoe to kiss Maxwell Peary’s chin.
No way, in front of Maxwell Peary, she’s simply too short to reach his mouth, only his chin.
Watching her blush awkwardly, Maxwell Peary helplessly shook his head.
"You,"
Maxwell Peary sighed, lowering his head to imprint a kiss on her lips.
The cool touch made her heart tremble slightly.
"Let’s go."
The two of them walked downstairs hand in hand, and the butler saw and imdiately called Silvia Waterborne.
"Yes, yes, that’s how it is, they seem to have reconciled."
Listening to Silvia Waterborne’s excited voice on the phone, the butler himself also got excited.
"Frederick Goldsmith, Uncle and I won’t be ho for breakfast this morning, we’re leaving."
Nia Mitchell suddenly ran over to Frederick Goldsmith, said this, and then bounced away.
Frederick Goldsmith blinked, still a bit unable to process what had just happened.
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