Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot-Chapter 688 - 687: A Good Man of the New Century, Young Master Peary is One

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Nia Mitchell stared at the Rolls-Royce car key in her hand, momentarily unsure of what had just happened.

So, did Maxwell Peary mean he wanted to swap cars with her? No way.

Finding it hard to believe, she stared at the car key, then turned to look at Fiona Sutton.

"What does he mean by this?" Nia Mitchell frowned as she asked Fiona.

"How would I know?" Fiona Sutton was equally bewildered, her expression full of confusion. How was she supposed to answer that?

"Forget it. He gave you a nice car, so just drive it. At least it won’t attract any strange looks." Driving out in a scratched-up car would be somewhat embarrassing.

At this, both Fiona and Nia paused, stunned.

Could that be what Maxwell Peary meant? Did he simply not want her driving out in a scratched car?

Realizing this, Nia Mitchell suddenly felt touched.

"Nia Mitchell!" Julia Adams stood nearby, her expression unsightly and her face flushed with anger. "You’ve gone too far! What exactly is your relationship with Young Master Peary?"

This was precisely what Julia Adams wanted to know, but she couldn’t figure it out no matter how hard she tried.

Hearing her question, Nia Mitchell didn’t answer, her gaze still fixed on the car key in her hand.

"Fiona, let’s go out and have some fun."

It was only then that Nia Mitchell realized Charles Northwood was gone.

"Huh? Where’s Charles Northwood?"

That’s strange. Didn’t we agree to go out together?

Fiona Sutton gave an awkward laugh; even hearing Charles Northwood’s name made her feel a bit uncomfortable.

"How would I know? Why don’t you just call and ask him?"

Completely ignoring Julia Adams, who was still fuming, Nia Mitchell nodded and directly dialed Charles Northwood’s number.

Charles Northwood was already back in his apartment by this time, sitting on the sofa, his face etched with exhaustion.

"Hmm?"

The gentle smile had vanished from his face, replaced by a cold glint in his eyes. Yet, his voice still carried a hint of tenderness, making it difficult to discern his current mood.

"Didn’t we agree to go out together? Where are you now?" Nia Mitchell’s voice was soft. Fiona Sutton had already taken their luggage upstairs, and Nia started walking towards the Rolls-Royce.

She reached out, opened the car door, and sat in the driver’s seat.

"I’m not going."

He had suddenly realized today the advantages of everyone knowing who he was. If everyone knew who he was, perhaps today, he could have protected Nia Mitchell without any unnecessary trouble.

"What’s wrong? We already agreed," Nia Mitchell said, puzzled, her brows tightly knitted.

Charles Northwood was lying on the sofa when a knock suddenly sounded at the door.

"I just realized I have some things I haven’t dealt with. We can go out next time. I have to go; someone’s at the door."

"Alright."

After hanging up, Charles Northwood, wearing slippers, walked to the door and opened the Grand Gate.

Tara Jameson’s back came into view. Perhaps because no one had answered after several knocks, she had turned to leave.

Charles Northwood watched her retreating figure without saying a word.

Perhaps too engrossed in her thoughts, Tara Jameson didn’t hear the door open behind her. She continued walking, leaving in disappointment.

Charles Northwood kept watching her retreating figure. Seeing her like this, he couldn’t resist calling her.

Her phone rang. Tara Jameson froze, then stopped walking.

"Hello?" Her voice trembled slightly.

"If I were to confess my feelings to you again, would you agree to be my girlfriend?"