Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot-Chapter 372 - 371: Let Me Take Good Care Of You
Evelyn Peary stared at the items on the table in despair, a headache immediately coming on.
That stubborn, chauvinistic Yancy Hastings doesn’t even like her, so why is he so terribly obstinate about this?
Evelyn Peary angrily sat by the table, turning her head away from the jewelry. She reached for her phone to call Maxwell Peary.
「Meanwhile, in a villa on the hillside」
Maxwell Peary was lying in the extra-large, incredibly soft bed of the master bedroom, holding his beloved wife in his arms.
"Tell me you love me."
The man tightly pressed Little Rabina beneath him, his voice hoarse and extremely seductive as he whispered into Rabina’s ear.
The tips of her ears instantly turned pink, and every cell in her body went on high alert.
Her bright eyes watched him warily.
"I won’t say it unless you say it first."
Nia Mitchell pouted, unwilling to give an inch.
It seemed like whoever confessed their love first would fall deeper and have to give more.
She admitted she was a coward. She admitted she had very little to begin with, which made her all the more afraid of losing it.
More importantly, the vast difference between her and Maxwell Peary made her feel insecure.
Maxwell Peary’s expression darkened. Her words at this moment were truly a mood killer.
So, he decided to lean in and silence her with a kiss.
"Mmph!"
Nia Mitchell’s eyes widened, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red.
As they nuzzled intimately, Maxwell Peary’s breath grew a little unsteady, and his heavy panting echoed in her ears.
She was all too familiar with that sound. It was like a catalyst igniting her desire, and in that moment, her whole body melted.
"Ngh..."
A soft, embarrassed moan escaped her crimson lips.
Instantly, Maxwell Peary’s throat tightened. His dark eyes, filled with an unreadable emotion, fixed on the captivating woman beneath him.
"Let me cherish you."
His voice was full of allure. As the words left his lips, he reached to unbutton her clothes.
"BUZZZZ—"
Suddenly, Maxwell Peary’s phone buzzed on the bedside table, and Nia Mitchell instantly stiffened.
Realizing what was about to happen, her face flushed even redder.
Maxwell Peary frowned, ignoring the annoying sound, and lowered his head to continue his ministrations.
"Uncle!" 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞
Nia Mitchell glanced at the flickering phone, the buzzing sound incessant in her ears.
She hastily reached out to stop him, her face flushed with embarrassment.
"Your phone is ringing."
Maxwell Peary was annoyed. He had ears and eyes; he didn’t need her to repeat the obvious.
"Ignore it."
Saying this, he leaned in for a kiss again.
"Quick, answer the phone! What if it’s work-related?"
She couldn’t just let him delay his work; what would that make her?
"It’s not work-related."
Maxwell Peary didn’t even glance at the phone; he just bent his head and captured Nia Mitchell’s lips again.
Mmm, so soft, so fragrant. I don’t want to stop.
"Mmph!"
Nia Mitchell’s eyes widened, and she used all her strength to push him away.
"Uncle, quickly answer the phone! We can continue after you’re finished with the call."
After speaking, she covered her mouth, leaving only her large, watery eyes looking up at him innocently.
Seeing her like this, Maxwell Peary instantly felt deflated. He just wanted to roar three words to the heavens: Damn it all!
Who on earth was calling him so late at night? Didn’t they know he needed to spend time with his wife? What a killjoy.
If this wasn’t something important, he’d definitely make that person pay.
The infuriated CEO, unable to have his way with his Rabina, had completely forgotten that very few people in the world knew he even had a wife.
But it so happened that the person disturbing his intimate moment with the phone call was indeed one of the very few who knew.
