Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot-Chapter 342 - 341: Why Wouldn’t He Like You?
Alan Morgan hadn’t expected that Nia Mitchell would know such a resourceful man during his investigation, so he didn’t dig deep.
It was understandable that he hadn’t found EdbertNia Mitchell.
However, such a significant oversight caught Maxwell Peary completely off guard.
Today, he was particularly anxious, as if Nia had already become someone else’s possession.
"You are not to contact him in the future. Keep your distance from him, and don’t let him do anything for you."
Maxwell sat there domineeringly, lecturing her at length in a serious tone.
His demeanor was like that of a parent scolding a child.
Nia pursed her lips. He’s even started to meddle with my friendships now. Does he have to be so overbearing?
"I haven’t contacted him in a long time. Surely, you can’t stop me from making friends, can you?"
Nia pouted, standing there looking aggrieved, her big, watery eyes seeming to brim with tears, ready to overflow at any moment.
Maxwell was momentarily speechless. He sighed, then abruptly pulled her onto his lap, holding her tightly in his arms.
"Ah! What are you doing?"
In just a second, a mere instant, she had been moved to a new position, her small face flushing crimson.
Feeling uneasy, she examined the handsome face so close to hers. After a moment of hesitation, she also stretched out her small hand and wrapped it around his neck.
"We’re just friends. Besides, he doesn’t fancy me."
Nia explained softly with a smile, already convinced Maxwell was simply jealous.
"Why wouldn’t he fancy you?"
Upon hearing Nia’s words, Maxwell immediately showed his displeasure.
His Rabina Mitchell was so wonderful; why on earth wouldn’t EdbertNia Mitchell fancy her?
Nia Mitchell was speechless. Her mouth twitched as she suddenly began to question the intelligence of this supposedly god-like CEO.
"He... he’s just not into my type, alright?"
"What’s wrong with your type? Why wouldn’t he like it?"
Nia immediately buried her face in Maxwell’s neck, unable to bear looking at him.
What else could she say? It’s better to say nothing and just play dead.
After a long while, when Nia still hadn’t said anything further, Maxwell, displeased, shifted his shoulders.
"Nia Mitchell, don’t tell me you’ve fallen asleep."
He gritted his teeth, the corner of his mouth twitching, his temples throbbing.
As if sensing a dangerous atmosphere, Nia quickly tried to dodge away, struggling to stand up.
"Don’t move."
How could Maxwell let her have her way? He simply reached out, lifted her slightly, and parted her legs, settling her to straddle him so they were face to face.
"Uncle..."
Nia froze, utterly still with embarrassment and unease, yet she could still feel a firm, hard object pressing against her from somewhere below.
Through the layers of fabric, Nia could still feel the heat emanating from that spot. Her frightened, watery eyes fixed on the CEO, whose face was an icy mask.
"Uncle... C-can you let me down first, please?"
Nia widened her eyes, looking at him expectantly, hoping to hear the words she longed for.
But that was impossible.
"Nia Mitchell, say you love me."
Maxwell’s brow furrowed slightly. His gaze, sharp as an eagle’s, locked onto her, intense and filled with pent-up energy, as if ready to pounce.
Love?
A wave of pallor washed over Nia’s already flushed small face. After hearing his words, she seemed to lose all ability to react, remaining utterly motionless.
After Maxwell’s words, the entire Office Room plunged into a vast ocean of silence. The only sounds audible were their strained breaths and the frantic beating of their hearts.
