Every ti, without fail, no matter how intense it gets, he uses protection.
Sotis she forgets; she doesn’t know how he always rembers.
So, when will there be a little baby?
"Be good."
She’s still just a child, he doesn’t want her to endure the hardship of childbearing too soon.
"Right now, I’m only spoiling you, isn’t that better?"
Maxwell Peary smiled and ran his fingers through Nia Mitchell’s jet-black hair.
Nia Mitchell lay there, blinking her eyes.
Why does everything seem so wonderful when he talks about it?
Saying it like that, it really sounds too good.
Maxwell Peary spoils her alone, no one else can share this love.
"It’s really nice."
Nia Mitchell was persuaded, eager, and her face gradually lit up with a smile.
She looked just like a kid, which left Maxwell a bit speechless.
"But you should give a precise ti. Tell , when will we have kids?"
Nia Mitchell lay there, just watching the CEO sitting.
The view was different; even looking at soone felt different.
Seeing the CEO from this angle, he seed so gentle.
He wasn’t at all like his usual self, stern-faced, making people afraid to even breathe.
"At least wait until you’re twenty-two."
Rabina Mitchell is only twenty now, an age for having fun.
All these years of studying, now that she’s graduated, she should enjoy herself.
She shouldn’t graduate and get pregnant right away, then look after a child.
That would be too tough.
Nia Mitchell pouted, two more years to wait.
"How about twenty-one?"
Nia Mitchell tentatively tried to negotiate, her eyes shining, hoping he’d agree.
Maxwell Peary had no resistance to that expression, but.
This matter wasn’t up for negotiation.
"No way, wait any longer and it’ll be twenty-three."
Nia Mitchell: ...
Better shut up then.
How annoying!
Little did Maxwell Peary know, things didn’t go as he wished.
Children are magical creatures.
That tender little bundle was his first mistake in life, and after that, life changed dramatically.
Of course, those are future events.
The al soon arrived, Nia Mitchell playfully insisted on eating in bed.
The highly polite, rule-abiding CEO had no choice but to agree.
It was maddening.
Why does she like eating in bed?
Dining should be at the table, it’s not like there isn’t one.
But...
Why not let his mischievous little wife eat in bed, otherwise, %
What if she cries? He’d be at a loss.
Nia Mitchell was unaware of Maxwell Peary’s internal thoughts and happily ate in bed.
She picked up the chopsticks and the Sweet and Sour Pork she’d specifically ordered earlier.
"Uncle, co and eat too."
Nia Mitchell squinted her eyes and grinned at the CEO holding the plate for her.
"Where should I put this to eat?"
Maxwell Peary frowned, displeased with her actions.
"Put it on the bed."
Nia Mitchell patted the empty space in front of her, sitting cross-legged, and after speaking, her little feet wriggled.
Maxwell Peary: ...
So, the tray is supposed to be placed level with her feet?
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