Chapter 899: Chapter 898: I’m Too Busy to Miss You Today

Looking at how awkward she was being, Maxwell Peary’s eyes were filled with laughter.

"I wanted you to sleep a little longer."

He explained gently, reaching out to hold her two fair hands that were fixing his tie.

Nia Mitchell froze, standing there without moving an inch.

"But you said you’d call me before."

This was totally going back on his word; he was clearly lying.

This kind of thing is so annoying. Since he wasn’t going to call her, he shouldn’t have said it in the first place.

Now he’d said it, but didn’t do it.

How could she possibly not be mad.

"Be good, don’t be mad anymore. From now on if I say I’ll call you, I definitely will, okay?"

Maxwell Peary coaxed her, reaching out to ruffle her hair.

"Be good and stay home with Mom. I’ll try to come back early tonight."

He was just like an ordinary husband heading off to work, and she was like a very ordinary housewife.

The husband was leaving for work, and she walked over to see him to the door.

Straighten his tie a bit, say a few words of reminder, then quietly wait.

So peaceful.

A life like this, so ordinary yet so desirable, it makes people really yearn for it, really want to have it.

"Uncle, I’ll be waiting for you to come home."

She suddenly put away her awkward little act and lifted her head with a face full of smiles.

Silvia Waterborne walked over yawning. Seeing the two of them all lovey-dovey, she raised her brows.

"Little Maxwell Peary, you’re heading out to work?"

Silvia Waterborne asked even though she clearly knew the answer, her face all sleepy and confused, obviously just climbed out of bed.

"Yeah. You just stay home and don’t make trouble for me.’"

Silvia Waterborne choked, feeling super hurt. She’d been selflessly thinking of her son, wanting to do something for him.

Who knew that in her son’s eyes, her noble move was actually "making trouble."

Ah, shit!

What kind of karmic debt is this?

"When have I ever made trouble for you? Explain it clearly. I promise I won’t beat you to death!"

Silvia Waterborne instantly flew into a rage, storming over with a total shrew expression on her face.

Maxwell Peary: ......

He raised a hand to rub his temples. Having an actress mom was really not that great in this respect.

She could switch among a hundred and eighty personalities in minutes, catching you completely off guard.

Headache.

"Okay, okay, okay, you didn’t make trouble."

Not wanting to engage with her any more, he looked straight at his little wife in front of him.

"You just stay at home. If Mom says something that upsets you, don’t bottle it up. Also, if you feel like she’s too annoying, just go hang out in my study by yourself, there’s a computer in there."

Nia Mitchell: ......

CEO, you’re saying this to me right in front of Mom, is that really okay?

Nia Mitchell had black lines all over her face, not sure how to respond to the CEO.

She could only stand there awkwardly like a post.

"Did you hear me?"

What kind of personality does the CEO have?

If he doesn’t hear a clear answer from the other person, how could he possibly let it go?

"Got it, just go already."

She said in embarrassment.

Maxwell Peary: ......

What to do? He was heading out to work like an ox and a horse, and his wife actually kicked him out.

He was not happy.

"Remember what I said. If you miss me, just give me a call."

Nia Mitchell could practically feel a flock of crows flying over her head.

Is this guy really Maxwell Peary? How could he say something like that.

"I happen to be working on my thesis today, I’ll be super busy. I won’t have time to miss you, just hurry up and go."

Nia Mitchell impatiently shoved Maxwell Peary out the door and then slammed it shut.

Ah!

The world was finally quiet.

But when she turned around, she saw Silvia Waterborne standing behind her, staring dumbfounded.