Chapter 895: Chapter 894: Rabina Mitchell Is Too Soft and Cute to Bear Hurting

Nia Mitchell never expected to sleep so deeply; when she woke up, it was already past four o’clock.

Maxwell Peary was still lying beside her, maintaining the same position.

Nia Mitchell’s face turned a little red, and she immediately sat up from the bed.

"Uncle, why didn’t you wake me up?"

It’s already four o’clock; how could he just let her sleep like that?

She could leave with him and sleep on the plane afterward.

"Couldn’t bear to."

Just three concise words were his answer to her question.

Nia Mitchell’s face turned a little red again, and she immediately started getting dressed.

"That’s not a valid reason. Uncle, you should have woken me up earlier; I wouldn’t mind sleeping less."

Maybe because the CEO was by her side, she slept particularly deeply.

How could she have slept for so long if it was before? 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

She carefully calculated; didn’t she almost sleep the entire day?

"No worries, there’s still time."

Maxwell Peary watched her flustered appearance, his lips slightly curving up.

He also started getting dressed. By the time everything was ready, half an hour had already passed.

Nia Mitchell pouted and stood on one side, very displeased.

"Hm? Are you upset because I didn’t wake you?"

Maxwell Peary reached out and poked her puffed-up cheek, his eyes full of laughter.

"No way, I couldn’t be happier right now."

Nia Mitchell wouldn’t admit that he had uncovered her thoughts. After saying this, she took her bag and walked out.

She finally found a shirt with a slightly higher collar, but it couldn’t cover the kiss mark.

She was already a bit upset when she looked in the mirror earlier.

Ah, Uncle, how could you do this?

......

Capital Town——

Silvia Waterborne sat in the villa on the hillside, watching Frederick Goldsmith, who was staring straight at her, and she twitched her lips.

"He asked you to watch me, but there’s no need to stare at me like that, right?"

She said grumpily.

Last night, at the press conference venue, in the darkness, Owen Lewis and Annie Davidson forced her away.

Then they placed her in the villa on the hillside.

And instructed the butler to watch her carefully, not to let her run away.

Silvia Waterborne rolled her eyes; does it have to be this way?

She was Maxwell Peary’s mother, not some captive, so why treat her this way?

Moreover, she couldn’t leave anyway.

Frederick Goldsmith didn’t say anything; he just sat on one side and smiled at Silvia Waterborne.

He had no choice either; it was an order from above.

Besides, Young Master Peary would probably be back later, and his task would be completed.

At this time, nothing could go wrong.

Seeing the butler like this, Silvia Waterborne put away all her thoughts.

Oh my, why are the people around Maxwell Peary so efficient in their tasks without even a hint of playfulness?

If the butler were just a little lax, she could easily escape.

But...

Sigh.

When Nia Mitchell and Maxwell Peary returned, they saw Silvia Waterborne sitting dispiritedly on the sofa, full of sorrow.

Nia Mitchell instantly put away her cheerful smile and carefully sat at the entrance hall to change her shoes properly.

Looking at the little Rabina Mitchell being so obedient, Maxwell Peary felt a bit curious.

He didn’t expect the little Rabina Mitchell to have such a well-behaved side.

Thinking of this, he helplessly shook his head.

She probably wanted to make a good impression in front of her mother-in-law.

"Uncle, you should change your shoes too."

Nia Mitchell obediently took Maxwell Peary’s shoes from the shoe cabinet and placed them in front of him.