Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot-Chapter 418 - 417: I Remember Everything You Said on Our Wedding Night

Chapter 418: Chapter 417: I Remember Everything You Said on Our Wedding Night

Frederick Goldsmith, the butler who was far away in the kitchen, paused for a moment, then glanced at the chef beside him with a puzzled expression.

Was there a problem with his hearing?

Why did it seem like he’d heard Silvia Waterborne calling Uncle Peary?

Wasn’t that how the Young Mistress usually addressed him?

"Ah, I realize my daughter-in-law has the best way of addressing him! Uncle Peary, Uncle, Uncle... Tsk, tsk, this form of address is much better than Maxwell Peary."

Silvia Waterborne nodded with a smile, deciding then and there to follow her daughter-in-law’s lead and also call the renowned Young Master Peary of Capital Town ’Uncle’.

"Take your time and enjoy your meal."

Maxwell Peary glanced at the little Rabina Mitchell beside him, who was engrossed in her food. He leaned in, whispered something in her ear, then promptly stood up and left the Dining Hall.

Silvia Waterborne watched Maxwell Peary leave, blinking. She wondered,

Had she gone too far?

Or did her son really think she was too old?

"Nia Mitchell, what should we do if he’s angry?"

Silvia Waterborne instinctively asked Nia Mitchell, who paused thoughtfully.

The CEO often used to get angry for no apparent reason, but then he would, just as inexplicably, be fine again.

His temper was too difficult to predict. As for what to do when he got angry, she truly had no idea.

"Perhaps he’ll stop being angry on his own after a while."

Silvia Waterborne: ...

Breakfast lasted over half an hour. Nia Mitchell kept Silvia Waterborne company until she finished eating, saw her off in the car, and only then went upstairs.

In the study on the second floor, Maxwell Peary was smoking a cigarette while looking through some documents, frowning every so often.

"Uncle, why didn’t you go see Mom off?"

When Silvia Waterborne was about to leave, she had specifically asked the butler to go upstairs and inform Maxwell Peary, hoping he would come down to see her off.

But his mother had already left, and yet he was still sitting in the study, smoking.

"Didn’t you see her off?"

Whether he saw her off or not didn’t really matter; he knew his mother’s personality better than anyone.

Because the CEO was smoking, the air in the room was quite bad. Nia Mitchell wrinkled her tiny, delicate nose.

"Uncle, earlier... when Mom was leaving, she asked me... a question."

Nia Mitchell lowered her head, her gaze falling on the fluffy slippers on her feet, her voice as faint as a mosquito’s buzz.

"What?"

Maxwell Peary reached out, stubbed out the half-smoked cigarette, then stood up and opened the study window.

"Well... that is..."

Nia Mitchell hesitated for a long time, too embarrassed to continue.

Seeing her so shy, how could someone as perceptive as Maxwell Peary fail to guess?

"Didn’t you say you were still too young and didn’t want children yet?"

He still clearly remembered what she had said on the first day of their marriage.

Nia Mitchell’s face turned red, her teeth nervously biting her lower lip.

"I... I am still young, you know."

She was only twenty years old.

Although many people get married and have children at twenty, compared to the CEO, she was indeed still young.

"I never said you weren’t young."

Maxwell Peary walked over to her, his expression serious.

"If Mom asks again next time, just tell her we’ll talk about it after you graduate."

He’d almost forgotten that Nia Mitchell was currently just an intern and hadn’t formally graduated yet.

"Okay."

Nia Mitchell’s face turned red. Could she take this to mean that the CEO was planning for them to start trying for a child after she graduated?

But her graduation was coming up soon too; there were only a few months left.

"Um... Mom asked me to tell you... before we... before we prepare to have a child... that... you need to get ready for conception. You have to quit smoking and wine... and also..."