Chapter 890: Chapter 889: Going Out with Love Bites All Over My Neck?

Nia Mitchell is lying on the big bed, taking a deep breath.

Looks like she’ll have to go out and find something to eat herself.

With kiss marks all over her neck, going out to eat—she might be considered a real character.

So embarrassing.

Nia Mitchell reaches out to grab the quilt and throws it over her face.

It’s just past ten in the morning. If she calls to order lunch now, would it be too early?

No choice!

Nia Mitchell directly picks up the hotel phone and orders some food.

Unexpectedly, instead of waiting for the food delivery, she first waits for the CEO to come back.

"Hmph!"

Seeing Maxwell Peary come over, she lets out a loud hum to catch his attention and let him know she’s really upset now.

Maxwell Peary, dressed in a suit, had gone out to handle a few things earlier, and currently, there’s no news about Silvia Waterborne.

He’s managed to suppress the matter for now.

Even if the old man decides to act, he can’t do much at the moment.

Walking and taking off his suit jacket, he tosses it aside when passing the sofa, then goes to the bedside.

He gently bends down and removes the blanket covering her head.

"What’s wrong?"

Her demeanor clearly indicates anger.

But what exactly has he done to upset her?

Could it be because of last night?

It shouldn’t be; last night, she was happy enough, wasn’t she?

"Where did you go?"

Nia Mitchell pouts, looking clearly displeased.

"Went out to handle some things, forgot my phone."

Looking at the phone already placed on the bedside table, Maxwell Peary picks it up, unlocks it, and sees only Nia Mitchell had called.

"Don’t be mad, are you hungry? Shall I take you out to eat something delicious?"

Maxwell Peary excels at catering to others’ desires, and Rabina Mitchell is a foodie. Usually, taking her out to eat something delectable makes her very happy.

But this time, it seems he won’t have his way.

"I’m not going out; it’s too embarrassing."

Nia Mitchell suddenly sits up in bed, straining her waist, leading to a grimace.

"What’s wrong?"

Seeing her expression change suddenly, Maxwell Peary gets nervous, watching her carefully with eyes full of concern.

"How could it not be? I said stop, stop, but you kept going, now my waist hurts."

Nia Mitchell can’t bother with feeling shy, she just yells it out, her little face turning crimson.

Immediately lowering her head, she sits there, muttering softly.

Annoying, annoying, in this world, the most annoying person is Maxwell Peary.

Saying he’d care for her, but each time ends up...

Ah ah ah ah!

Anyway, she just hates him.

Maxwell Peary finally understands what she’s pouting about, promptly sits beside her on the bed, and reaches to embrace her.

"Okay, I get it. I’ll be more careful next time, okay?"

He didn’t know she felt so painful afterward.

The angle allows him to see the blue and purple marks on her neck; although he saw them when she woke up in the morning.

But strangely, even after a few hours, the kiss marks on her body haven’t faded and seem even clearer.

Could it be these areas hurt as well?

After all, they do look quite frightening.

"Does it still hurt a lot now? How about I carry you out for dinner?"

Maxwell Peary suggests, and Nia Mitchell promptly raises her head and shakes it vigorously to refuse.

No way, that would be even more embarrassing, right?

Besides, huff, the CEO might really follow through on such a thing.