Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot-Chapter 417 - 416: Your Wife Calls You Uncle, Is It Because You’re Old?

Chapter 417: Chapter 416: Your Wife Calls You Uncle, Is It Because You’re Old?

And so, Silvia Waterborne, the legendary, goddess-level idol of the entertainment circle, was late to the film set for the very first time.

Of course, that’s a story for later.

At that moment, Silvia Waterborne was sitting in the dining hall, sipping her Millet Porridge.

Maxwell Peary had already changed into a white shirt for work and was sitting with a serious expression beside Nia Mitchell.

Silvia Waterborne lifted her head, glanced at Maxwell Peary, and picked up a dumpling with her chopsticks.

"Why are you looking at me so resentfully? You’re quite old now; you should know to indulge me a little."

"PFFT! COUGH, COUGH!"

Silvia Waterborne’s words made Nia Mitchell choke instantly, and she began coughing incessantly.

"Be careful."

Maxwell Peary glared at the culprit before turning back to gently pat Nia Mitchell’s back.

Nia Mitchell quickly waved her hand, still coughing non-stop. Her voice sounded somewhat strained, making Maxwell Peary anxious.

"Is it very uncomfortable?"

Maxwell Peary anxiously patted her back, wishing he could do more to help. Nia Mitchell kept her head down, coughing violently, her small face flushed crimson.

About a minute later, she finally felt some relief and lifted her head.

Two tears suddenly welled up and streamed down her face; she had clearly choked quite badly.

Nia Mitchell took a tissue and wiped her tears.

"I’m fine now."

She lifted her small face to Maxwell Peary. Though her voice was a little hoarse, it was still as clear and crisp as ever.

"HMM."

Maxwell Peary removed his hand and went back to drinking his porridge.

"Mom, finish up quickly and head to the film set."

Maxwell Peary considered for a moment before saying to Silvia Waterborne.

Silvia Waterborne nearly choked on her food. What the hell does he mean by that?

Am I, his mother, that insignificant?

She had been filming for over thirty years, and this was the first time she found the film set so dull. Home is much better.

This ungrateful son, actually trying to shoo me away!

"I can go, but you have to answer a question for me."

Silvia Waterborne raised an eyebrow, instantly forgetting her son’s attempt to usher her out.

Besides, she was already running late and had to leave anyway. If she could snag a piece of information for free and clear up her confusion, wouldn’t that be a steal!

"What?"

Maxwell Peary frowned, his expression screaming, Don’t even think about getting an answer out of me for something I’m unwilling to discuss.

"My daughter-in-law calls you ’Uncle’; is it because you’re too old?"

Silvia Waterborne blurted out, then looked at Maxwell Peary expectantly.

Lines of exasperation seemed to etch themselves onto Maxwell Peary’s face. A stampede of ten thousand mythical ’grass mud horses’ thundered through his mind.

"Get out!"

And he meant the ’don’t stop running’ kind!

Nia Mitchell sat there, watching the palpable tension between the two, feeling incredibly awkward.

She had completely forgotten her mother-in-law was present; she had just reflexively called him ’Uncle’ out of habit.

She herself hadn’t realized anything was off. She never imagined her mother-in-law would... would actually ask, right in front of the CEO, if she called him ’Uncle’ because he was old!

But still, Mother-in-law, what’s with that eager expression? What are you expecting?

A vein pulsed on Maxwell Peary’s forehead. If the person sitting across from him weren’t his own mother, he’d probably have the urge to shoot her by now.

"TCH! It was just a joke. Do you have to take it so seriously?"

Silvia Waterborne downed the rest of the porridge in her bowl in one go, then bellowed.

"Butler Jin! Another bowl of porridge! I want the Fish Slice Porridge, same as Uncle Peary!"

Silvia Waterborne’s last words were clearly deliberate.

After saying this, she even mimicked Nia Mitchell’s earlier expression, beaming a sweet smile at Maxwell Peary.

Maxwell Peary slapped a hand to his forehead. This was giving him a splitting headache!