When Nia Mitchell was eating her third piece of dimsum, Maxwell Peary appeared in front of her.
Uh...
"Uncle, weren’t you with Mom?"
Nia Mitchell’s actions froze for a mont, hesitated for a few seconds and still stuffed the unfinished dimsum into her mouth.
"Is this what you call helping?"
Maxwell Peary raised an eyebrow, standing in front of Nia Mitchell.
Nia Mitchell: ......
"I was just a bit hungry."
Saying so, she imdiately clapped her little hands.
"Go wash."
Is that how she washes her hands?
Nia Mitchell stuck out her small tongue, awkwardly walked to the side to wash her hands.
After washing her hands, she turned around wanting to show soone the results, her little paws ready to stretch out, only to be grabbed by soone.
"What are you doing?"
Nia Mitchell was puzzled, only able to follow the CEO’s steps forward.
"Go eat, are you planning to have dinner in the kitchen?"
Within the span of two sentences, the two of them had already reached the dining hall.
Silvia Waterborne was sitting there, holding chopsticks in her right hand, happily enjoying her dinner.
As soon as Maxwell Peary walked in, he saw her eating and imdiately frowned.
"Could you not wait until we got here to eat together?"
Look at her like this, she actually started eating by herself.
No manners.
Silvia Waterborne paused in her eating, looked up and gave Maxwell Peary a glare.
"Why wait for you? I eat mine, you eat yours."
She said, then continued eating.
Nia Mitchell: ...
Maxwell Peary: ...
......
In the evening, Nia Mitchell lay on the master bedroom’s big bed, the corners of her mouth constantly upturned, looking in quite a good mood.
"So happy?"
Maxwell Peary ca out of the bathroom, holding a towel and wiping his hair.
Nia Mitchell was all smiles, turning her head to look at the CEO standing in front.
"Yes, it feels so good to be ho."
Saying it, Maxwell’s mood beca cheerful too.
The feeling of being ho.
So, little Rabina considers this place as ho?
And yet, she returned from D City, which, in principle, should be her real ho.
Now she’s smiling and saying it feels so good to be ho.
Ahhhh!
What to do, what to do.
He’s so happy.
But, this is all internal, on the outside, the CEO’s deanor didn’t reveal anything.
With a pampering look, he gently sat down and reached his hand out to touch her hair.
"Yes, it feels good."
Nia Mitchell, being by his side, that’s the most wonderful thing.
"Uncle, you have to work tomorrow, so rest early."
Nia Mitchell lay on the big bed, exceptionally comfortable.
This bed is the most comfortable, so soft.
Of course, Nia Mitchell doesn’t know just how many USDs were poured into this bed.
Not to ntion its unique design, just its handcrafted custom nature, every ticulous line.
Ah, this really is an irresistible artisan work.
Only soone like Maxwell Peary could sleep on it.
"Alright, I’ll rest early, you do the sa."
Though, Maxwell Peary didn’t plan for her to start work tomorrow.
"Tomorrow, stay at ho to accompany Mom, wait until things outside settle down, then go to work."
Nia Mitchell was stunned, wasn’t this going to take a long, long ti?
Nia Mitchell blinked her big eyes, looking puzzled at Maxwell Peary.
"But, I have to work."
She felt like her work was just a side thing, going to Company even less frequently than this boss.
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