Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot Chapter 85 Uncle Peary is really cunning (additional)

Small ribs were her absolute favorite; Maxwell Peary had already eaten lunch, so he shouldn’t be fighting her for them.

Maxwell Peary’s face darkened. He just wanted one small rib; was she really going to be this stingy?

"Only if you let eat this rib will you get more ribs in the future." Maxwell Peary raised an eyebrow, his expression full of sly temptation.

Nia Mitchell thought for a mont, then shook her head. "Let’s talk about the future when it cos."

The ribs right in front of her were the most important thing!

Seeing her so dead set on it, Maxwell Peary was utterly speechless. He leaned back against the sofa, a look of helplessness on his face.

"Go on, eat. I won’t have any."

So stingy! This is definitely not my precious wife.

Nia Mitchell was happily devouring the ribs, her little mouth still not too busy to try and engage Maxwell Peary in conversation.

"Uncle Peary, where did you buy these ribs? They’re so delicious!"

"..."

"Uncle Peary, can we have ribs again for dinner tonight?"

"..."

"Uncle Peary, Uncle Peary, I encountered sothing really interesting on the twenty-seventh floor today. Want to hear about it?"

"..."

"Uncle Peary, what ti do you get off work tonight? I heard you used to work overti every day."

"..."

Nia Mitchell pouted, put down her chopsticks, and turned to glare at the nonchalantly lounging Maxwell Peary.

"Maxwell Peary!"

Nia Mitchell scrambled onto Maxwell Peary, reaching out and yanking his tie.

"Hmm?"

Maxwell Peary seed completely unfazed by Nia Mitchell’s nacing little glare, looking particularly languid.

"Why aren’t you answering when I talk to you?"

Maxwell Peary glanced at her indifferently and continued to lounge on the sofa, enjoying himself like a king.

"Alright then, you can have a piece of rib."

So petty! Getting all worked up with over a single rib. Petty, petty, petty! And he’s the CEO of MC Group, too! For sha! Though Nia Mitchell was fuming internally, her face wore an innocent smile.

"I don’t want to eat."

Maxwell Peary impassively turned his head away, refusing to look at her coaxing expression.

Seeing this, Nia Mitchell cupped his face with her small hands.

"Eat it, co on. It’s really tasty."

Without even grabbing her chopsticks, she picked up a piece with her thumb and forefinger and offered it to Maxwell Peary’s lips.

"Don’t want to. Not in the mood."

Maxwell Peary turned his face away again. Nia Mitchell frowned.

Nia Mitchell climbed fully onto Maxwell Peary, sitting face-to-face on his lap. Though her expression was sunny and her smile sweet as honey, inwardly she was grinding her teeth, ready to pounce.

"Co on, eat it. It’s really delicious. Look, I specially saved the best piece for you."

Maxwell Peary glanced at the rib in her hand. It certainly looked good, but then again, which piece in her lunchbox wasn’t?

He couldn’t tell that Nia Mitchell had specially saved the best one for him.

"I can eat it, but you have to answer a question for ."

Nia Mitchell imdiately nodded. "Ten questions are fine too."

Maxwell Peary adjusted his posture, placing his hands on her waist to keep her from falling. This brought them even closer, so close they could sll each other’s scent.

"What do you call ?"

Huh? What kind of question is this? Nia Mitchell’s mind went blank for a mont.

"Max... no, wait. Uncle Peary. Uncle."

It must be because I called him by his full na just now that he’s angry. Ugh, why is Uncle Peary always getting angry?

"Uncle? Hmph." Maxwell Peary scoffed. "Nia Mitchell, do you even rember what our relationship is?"