Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot-Chapter 655 - 654: Young Master Peary Worked Too Diligently
Obviously, let alone whether there was time, the CEO would never give her this opportunity.
"Heh, if you’re not going out, then I’ll go first."
Regardless of whether she might expose herself, she knew one thing for sure: if she stayed any longer, something terrible would happen.
Unexpectedly, just as she was about to sit up, he forcefully pushed her back down.
"Trying to escape?"
It won’t be that simple. Light the fire and then plan to just stand by? How could Maxwell Peary let her get away with it?
"Heh... Uncle, what are you saying? Why would I want to escape?"
Nia Mitchell’s body was rigid, the words she spoke seemingly squeezed through the gaps between her teeth.
"Really not planning to run?"
The CEO raised an eyebrow, his expression clearly laying a trap.
But Rabina, ever the bunny, could only nod.
Seeing her slight reaction, a small smile played on Maxwell Peary’s lips. He shifted, pressing himself down on her.
"Nia Mitchell."
He murmured her name.
Nia Mitchell swallowed hard, her face a picture of utter despair.
"AH?"
Without giving her time to react, maintaining his position, he entered her.
...
When Nia Mitchell woke up again, she had slept past lunch; it was already time for afternoon tea.
Nia Mitchell lay on the large bed and turned her head to look beside her; the CEO was not there.
When she noticed this, she finally let out a sigh of relief.
Her stomach growling with hunger, she reluctantly sat up.
"HISS..."
Extreme discomfort emanated from a certain place, as if protesting everything it had been subjected to.
Feeling the discomfort down there, Nia Mitchell flushed a deep red, but she still quickly got dressed and went downstairs.
Downstairs, Frederick Goldsmith had a cheerful expression, repeatedly glancing upstairs.
TSK TSK.
Young Master Peary has been so diligent; perhaps there will be a little bun in the oven soon!
At this thought, Frederick Goldsmith smiled even more broadly.
In contrast to his happiness, Nia Mitchell wore a cold expression from beginning to end.
"Butler Frederick, is there anything to eat?"
I’m going to starve! Nia Mitchell thought. If I don’t eat soon, a gust of wind could blow me away.
"Yes, yes, of course."
Frederick Goldsmith nodded repeatedly. He had prepared many delicious dishes for her at noon, and they were being kept warm in the kitchen.
However, a moment ago, he had thought, How could I let the Young Mistress eat leftovers? So, he had instructed the kitchen to prepare a fresh meal.
Coincidentally, it should be almost ready by now.
Nia Mitchell sat down in the Dining Hall. Watching as dishes were brought out one after another, she instantly forgot her earlier discomfort and dug in.
Perhaps she truly was starving. She ate a full two bowls of white rice for lunch that day, along with a great many other dishes.
Seeing her finally put down her chopsticks, Frederick Goldsmith, who was standing off to the side, began to worry that she had eaten too much.
"Shall we have the kitchen bring up some fruit?" That would help with digestion, he thought. "A batch of strawberries just arrived at noon."
Upon hearing the word "strawberries," Nia Mitchell’s ears perked up, and her eyes sparkled.
"Great!"
Nia Mitchell immediately went to the Living Room, slipped off her shoes, and curled up on the sofa.
When Maxwell Peary came downstairs, the first thing he saw was her small figure curled up on the sofa.
He wasn’t sure if she was still uncomfortable, but he noticed her brow was slightly furrowed.
Noticing this, he immediately approached her.
"Are you very uncomfortable?"
He sat down beside her, his face full of concern.
Nia Mitchell was startled. She turned her head to look at the CEO sitting beside her and immediately pouted.
She turned her head away, refusing to even look at him.
