Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot-Chapter 405 - 404: Are You Inviting Me?

When Maxwell Peary came out in a new outfit, he found that Nia Mitchell was still sitting on the large bed, his brows furrowing tighter.

"Let’s go down for dinner."

He called out to her, his displeasure evident. Nia Mitchell acknowledged him and slowly climbed off the bed.

"Why are you being so harsh?"

Even if she was a bit dense, she could still detect the unfriendliness in his tone.

She was just sitting on the bed... At most, it was a little improper, but she was used to it. Why was he angry?

If he just spoke to her nicely, she would gradually change.

Upon hearing Nia Mitchell’s grumbling, Maxwell Peary’s expression darkened as he walked towards the bed.

"What are you doing?"

Nia Mitchell instantly bristled, looking at him defensively.

She... she was wrong, okay?

"Nia Mitchell."

Maxwell Peary stopped in front of Nia Mitchell, looking at the defensive little Rabina Mitchell.

Heh, as if being on guard could actually protect her.

"Don’t get on the bed next time," Maxwell Peary said sternly, his expression one of righteous indignation.

"Oh."

Nia Mitchell pouted, having already grumbled about him countless times in her heart.

"Or else..."

The tone of the conversation shifted. Maxwell Peary suddenly lowered his head, bringing his face close to hers, their eyes level. His breath swept across her face, making it itch.

"Or else what?"

Damn, a CEO is truly a CEO. Does everything he says come with a punishment?

"Or else... I’ll assume you’re inviting me."

He moved his mouth to her ear and spoke softly. His low, husky voice, carrying a unique allure, was like a feather gently brushing against the tip of her heart.

Nia Mitchell shivered, goosebumps erupting all over her skin. She instinctively took two steps back.

However, she forgot she was standing by the edge of the bed. With that retreat, she lost her balance and tumbled onto the large, soft bed.

Ah...

Nia Mitchell’s face instantly turned crimson. She scrambled to get up, but the CEO was faster. In a flash, she was pinned beneath him.

"Um, Uncle."

Nia Mitchell pushed against the CEO’s chest, but she was no match for his strength.

"You’re inviting me."

Maxwell Peary stated with conviction, his gaze fixed on the blushing little Rabina Mitchell, his mind already racing.

Since...

Since she had already invited him, wouldn’t she be very disappointed if he didn’t satisfy her?

Determined not to disappoint Rabina Mitchell, Maxwell Peary bent his head and began to enjoy his "appetizer."

Nia Mitchell was filled with regret! From now on, when she came home, she would go anywhere but the bedroom, sit anywhere but the bed!

This was truly a lesson learned in blood!

By the time they finally had dinner, two hours later, Nia Mitchell, her face still flushed, followed the CEO downstairs.

When the butler saw them coming downstairs, he immediately went to the kitchen to give instructions for dinner.

Nia Mitchell complained, poking his back as she walked behind him, "It’s all your fault!" 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Dinner was delayed for so long because of him! Everyone in the Villa must know what the two of them were doing.

Maxwell Peary turned to look at Nia Mitchell, who stood there with a bashful, flushed expression. A sense of satisfaction, as if every cell in his body was soaking in warm water, washed over him.

Seeing her like this, looking as if she had been thoroughly cherished, made him reluctant to let go; he wished he could just keep her tied to the bed.

"Yes, it’s all my fault," Maxwell Peary admitted readily, echoing Nia Mitchell’s words.

"I’m not talking to you anymore!"

Nia Mitchell clearly felt her face growing hotter. Just looking at Maxwell Peary filled her mind with *those* scenes.

AH!

She was going to go crazy!

She scurried PITTER-PATTER towards the Dining Hall. Just then, the butler emerged from the Dining Hall, and the two nearly collided.

"Milady, please be careful! What if you’re already expecting the Little Master? What would we do then?!"