Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot-Chapter 656 - 655: I Will Be More Restrained in the Future
HMPH—
That pout, that sulky little expression—she was clearly angry.
Seeing her childish petulance, his eyes unconsciously filled with warmth.
"I will restrain myself from now on."
To receive such an assurance from the CEO, she really should feel honored.
Hearing his words, Nia Mitchell turned her head to look at him.
"Are you serious?"
Her face was full of hope. Her smooth cheeks, as fair as a freshly peeled egg under the light, made one want to reach out and poke them, just to feel their softness.
"Of course."
Maxwell Peary nodded, his expression asking how she could possibly not trust him. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮
Who am I, Maxwell Peary? Would I go back on my word? Nonsense! Of course, that depends on the situation.
"Well then, I won’t be mad at you this time."
Nia Mitchell immediately beamed as if she’d struck a great bargain, oblivious to the fact that the CEO never kept his word on such matters.
"Uncle, why aren’t you at work today?"
Having changed the subject, Nia Mitchell asked the question that had been on her mind.
Wasn’t he always busy? He even had to work overtime before. Why was he so free today?
And what’s more... he had even stayed in bed with her all morning.
Ahem! Although, that was because they were too wild last night.
"I didn’t have many tasks today, so I handled them from home," Maxwell Peary stated. The truth was, it was mainly because Owen Lewis had been apprehended.
"Oh."
Nia Mitchell nodded, then shifted her legs again.
Sitting like that today made her whole body feel uncomfortable. Her waist, especially, was so sore that she had to keep shifting her position.
Watching her movements, Maxwell Peary felt his throat tighten. However, he suppressed the thoughts stirring within him and reached out to her slender waist, gently rubbing it.
"Are you still uncomfortable?"
Feeling the warmth of his hand on her waist, Nia Mitchell blushed. She shook her head, too shy to utter a word.
Seeing her blush, a smile touched Maxwell Peary’s lips as well.
Just then, Frederick Goldsmith walked out carrying a bowl of strawberries. Seeing Maxwell Peary’s hand on Nia Mitchell’s waist, gently rubbing it, he immediately understood the situation.
Nia Mitchell looked up, saw Frederick Goldsmith, and, interpreting the knowing look in his eyes, immediately slapped the CEO’s hand away.
"I don’t need your fuss!"
He hadn’t shown her any tenderness when it mattered, and now he was making a show of concern after the fact! And to top it off, someone else had seen them!
Frederick Goldsmith observed their little interaction with an amused smile and quickly brought the strawberries over.
"Please, carry on. I have other things to attend to, so I won’t disturb you."
With that, Frederick Goldsmith hurriedly left, leaving the entire living room to them.
UGH—
Hey! It’s not what you think! Don’t go! Come back! What do you mean, ’disturb’?
Nia Mitchell looked frantic; Frederick Goldsmith had definitely misunderstood something!
This is awful! I’m so mortified! I’ll never be able to show my face here again!
"It’s all your fault!"
Out of nowhere, Maxwell Peary received a slap. His eyes widened in surprise, and he looked at Nia Mitchell with disapproval.
"When did you develop this habit?"
"Hmm? What habit?"
"Domestic violence!"
Nia Mitchell was speechless.
Domestic violence, my foot!
Nia Mitchell covered her face with her hands, feeling like she’d lost all dignity, while Maxwell Peary seemed completely unfazed.
"So now, apart from domestic violence, you also self-harm?"
Maxwell Peary quickly pulled her small hands away from her face, worried she wouldn’t be able to breathe properly.
