Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot-Chapter 349 - 348: Nia Mitchell, Have I Spoiled You Too Much?
Maxwell Peary strode to the bedside, looking down at Nia Mitchell, who lay there with her eyes closed.
"UNH..."
Instantly, a suffocating sensation enveloped her, followed by the cool softness of his lips on hers.
Nia Mitchell’s eyes flew open, widening as she stared at the handsome face suddenly magnified before her.
After a brief, three-second daze, Nia Mitchell regained her senses and began to struggle.
Sensing the resistance from the small woman beneath him, Maxwell Peary’s expression darkened further, and he pressed his lips harder against hers.
"MPH... LET GO..."
Finally getting a chance to speak, Nia Mitchell’s soft voice was laden with fury.
She pushed at him with all her might, but she couldn’t dislodge the man pressing down on her.
"Get away from me!"
Just when she thought she was going to suffocate, Maxwell Peary released her.
She gasped for breath, her eyes slightly red, her entire demeanor an accusation of his earlier brutality.
Maxwell Peary was in no better state. His heavy panting filled her ears. After the intense kiss, his body still covered hers entirely.
"Nia Mitchell."
The fury in Maxwell Peary’s eyes hadn’t diminished with the kiss. The chilling glint in them was enough to make one shudder.
"What do you want?"
Nia Mitchell turned her head away in displeasure, not wanting to talk to him at all.
"Tell me, do you love me?"
Still this question.
They had parted on bad terms in the Office Room that afternoon after arguing. How was he still asking...?
A profound silence filled the vast Main Bedroom.
Maxwell Peary stared at the slightly reddened eyes of Rabina Mitchell beneath him, his heart sinking.
"Speak up!"
Maxwell Peary’s roar of rage reverberated through the Main Bedroom, so loud it could be heard clearly even downstairs.
The butler, Frederick Goldsmith, reappeared in the Living Room. He paused, the two glasses of milk in his hands trembling slightly, and hesitated, wondering if he should go upstairs.
Nia Mitchell clapped her small hands over her ears, trying to block out his piercing voice.
"Nia Mitchell, you’re becoming more and more daring, aren’t you?"
Seeing her react to him this way, Maxwell Peary got out of bed and stood beside it.
Feeling aggrieved, Nia Mitchell sat up, her eyes red as she lowered her hands.
"I told you, I don’t want to deceive you. Isn’t that answer enough?"
Hearing her retort, Maxwell Peary, incandescent with rage, snatched the vase from the bedside table and smashed it to the floor.
A loud CRASH resounded throughout the entire Villa.
"Nia Mitchell, have I indulged you so much that you’ve forgotten your place? Then go and reflect on it properly!"
Having said that, Maxwell Peary decisively turned and left.
Nia Mitchell sat on the large bed, hugging her knees, staring at the utter mess on the floor.
Every word he had uttered replayed endlessly in her ears. The image of his departing back resurfaced in her mind. Suddenly, as if sensing something, Nia Mitchell quickly got off the bed.
She rushed to the balcony beyond the large floor-to-ceiling windows. Just as she leaned over the railing, she saw Maxwell Peary driving away in a Maybach.
He left?!
He actually left.
Nia Mitchell felt as if all her strength had drained away. She slowly sank to her knees, then leaned against the balcony wall, eventually slumping onto the carpet.
Sighing, Frederick Goldsmith carried a glass of milk upstairs. Pushing open the door to the Main Bedroom, he saw the disarray on the floor and immediately instructed two Maids to clean it up.
If these vase fragments weren’t cleared away quickly, Nia Mitchell could easily get hurt.
"Young Madam?"
Frederick Goldsmith glanced around the Bedroom, spotting Nia Mitchell sitting out on the Balcony.
"Why are you sitting on the floor? Even though the weather is getting warmer, the floor is still cold."
