Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot-Chapter 724 - 723: Auntie Leaks

The cotton candy was made very quickly, taking less than two minutes.

Maxwell Peary stretched out his hand to take it, frowning at the pink, fluffy thing in his hand. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Is this thing even edible? Maxwell Peary was a bit incredulous, so he cautiously took it back to the car.

Today, he was particularly attracting attention, and this moment was even more exceptionally rare. He was driving a scratched, limited-edition Maybach, wearing an expensive suit, and holding a cotton candy costing a few USD. He had just tossed the vendor one hundred USD without asking for change.

「The Mid-Levels Villa—」

Nia Mitchell was lying on the large bed, reading a novel on her phone, her little feet swinging nonstop. Ah, it’s really leisurely without the CEO at home.

At this moment, the sound of a car suddenly came from downstairs. Nia Mitchell paused. Is Uncle home?

Realizing this, she suddenly scrambled up from the bed, intending to go downstairs to welcome him.

But...

Things rarely go as planned. Nia Mitchell looked at the red stain she had made on the duvet on the large bed, and the corner of her mouth twitched.

It’s over.

I shouldn’t have been lying there so carelessly earlier, otherwise this wouldn’t have happened... What should I do?

Nia Mitchell was instantly panicked. She had to deal with this before the CEO came in. But should I change the duvet cover first? Or should I change my pants first?

What should I do? What should I do? I’ll change the duvet cover first. Nia Mitchell scratched her hair, immediately found a clean duvet cover in the closet, and prepared to change it.

But...

The more she rushed, the more flustered she became. She frowned, wrestling with the tangled mess of the duvet.

Ah! Where does this part go? Why won’t this spread open?

Nia Mitchell frantically tried to straighten the bedding around the large bed, but the duvet remained a mess.

At this time...

CLICK!

The bedroom door was opened.

Uh...

Nia Mitchell simply squatted down like an ostrich, covering her eyes with her hands, refusing to look at the CEO.

Maxwell Peary frowned; there was a faint scent of blood in the room.

The sight of the disheveled large bed made the corner of his mouth twitch.

Also, what’s with Rabina Mitchell’s reaction?

"Are you not feeling well?"

Ignoring everything else, Maxwell Peary quickly walked over to her, cotton candy in hand. Seeing her squatting there, he assumed she had a stomachache.

"No."

Nia Mitchell remained squatting; it wasn’t that she didn’t want to stand up.

She realized that avoiding the messy bed was one thing, but there was a more critical issue... I haven’t changed my pants yet!

Oh my god, this is simply mortifying! What on earth am I supposed to do?

"Then why are you squatting on the ground?"

Maxwell Peary frowned, somewhat unsure if her words were true.

"I... I’m really okay."

Nia Mitchell kept her eyes covered, not looking at him.

Maxwell Peary looked at the cotton candy in his hand. So this Rabina Mitchell wants to give me a surprise? She even covered her own eyes?

"Uncle, could you... please go out... first?"

Nia Mitchell’s face turned red, unsure if she had said the right thing. If Uncle really gets angry, how am I going to save myself?

"Why?"

Maxwell Peary furrowed his brow in confusion. Being kicked out by his young wife the moment he got home was hardly a pleasant prospect.

"Because... because..."

Ah, because it’s too embarrassing! My bed isn’t tidied, and I haven’t tidied myself up either!