Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot-Chapter 653 - 652: Husband...
It was like a low murmur, like words spoken to oneself. Such a light, airy phrase, yet it landed like the last straw that broke the camel’s back.
Upon hearing this, Nia Mitchell felt as if her heart had been struck by a heavy hammer. Pouting slightly, her eyes brimming with tears, Nia flung herself into the arms of a certain CEO.
"I understand, I understand. I won’t do those things anymore."
How could he make such domineering words sound so sentimental? What was she supposed to do? She simply couldn’t resist.
"Uncle, you’ve been so good to me. I’m so afraid that one day you won’t want me anymore."
Nia Mitchell had always worried about this. Maxwell Peary was so good, and he stood so high. She was just an ordinary person, without any particular talents, and even her appearance wasn’t the most striking. She feared that Maxwell Peary’s presence in her life was just a fleeting moment. If she fell in love, would she be utterly devastated afterward?
"How could I ever not want you?"
Maxwell Peary had been clueless about her insecurity. Perhaps he hadn’t done enough?
He reached out and gently stroked her head.
"I will never not want you, no matter what happens."
This wasn’t a casual utterance; it was his solemn promise. As heavy as a hefty cooter, he would never go back on his word.
Listening to his heartwarming words, Nia Mitchell nodded. With such reassurance from him, what else was there for her to worry about?
Gently loosening her tight embrace around his waist, Nia Mitchell poked her small head out from the CEO’s arms.
"Uncle, I... HMM!"
A searing kiss, carrying Maxwell Peary’s unique scent, swept over her. It felt as if the sky had instantly exploded with brilliant, dazzling fireworks.
His large hand, imbued with a unique passion, slowly traced its way up her body.
After a long, deep kiss, he lifted her light frame and gently placed her on the large bed.
"Uncle?"
Nia Mitchell’s face flushed slightly. She had run out tonight precisely to avoid this scene, yet... what was bound to happen, still happened.
Maxwell Peary pressed his index finger gently against her lips, the corners of his own mouth curving into a slight smile.
"Call me by my name, or call me husband."
His voice, full of seduction, whispered beside her ear.
Nia Mitchell’s face grew a shade redder. She hesitated for a long time but still said nothing.
Maxwell Peary had no choice but to lower his head and lightly peck her rosy lips, again and again.
"Husband..."
BOOM!
Maxwell Peary’s mind instantly went blank. In that moment, the entire world fell silent; only that one word, "Husband," echoed, swirling in his thoughts.
"You..."
Even the usually composed Maxwell Peary found himself speechless, his face a mask of disbelief. He just stood there, utterly still, without saying a word or making a move.
Nia Mitchell already felt awkward, and now that everything had paused, she felt even more shy and embarrassed. And so, she could only try her best to straighten her clothes, then attempt to push him away.
Suddenly, Maxwell Peary’s invasive lips pressed down on hers once more.
MMM...
Like a tempestuous storm battering a small boat, this time, he completely lost control...
「A night of passion.」
Sunlight struck the curtains, and a gentle breeze rustled through, casting dappled patterns on the white floor. Nia Mitchell lay with her head pillowed on the CEO’s arm, sleeping soundly. Time passed quietly, and before she knew it, it was already eleven in the morning.
Perhaps because the previous night had been too intense, Nia Mitchell still showed no signs of waking at this hour.
After hesitating for over an hour, Maxwell Peary finally decided to wake her.
"Nia Mitchell? Mrs. Peary? Nia? Time to wake up, sleepyhead. The sun’s high!"
His voice was low and deep, with a hint of hoarseness, full of allure.
