Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot-Chapter 464 - 463: Uncle, I’ll Go Alone
Listening to Maxwell Peary’s words, Nia Mitchell was taken aback, her cheeks flushed.
How could he be so blunt, saying whatever he pleased with such a serious expression?
"Did you hear me?"
Seeing that his young wife hadn’t responded, he frowned in displeasure.
"I understand."
Nia Mitchell stuck her tongue out playfully and sat down obediently, though her eyes were still red.
"Let’s head back first."
With that, Maxwell Peary started the car and continued driving.
「Halfway up the Hill Villa」
Maxwell Peary drove right up to the entrance, then handed the car keys to a servant to park the car.
"Uncle, I want to see Fiona Sutton tomorrow."
Even though Fiona Sutton didn’t want to see her, she still wanted to go.
If she didn’t explain things clearly, she was afraid she would lose her best friend.
"I’ll go with you."
Maxwell Peary didn’t want to pressure her. He knew from her silence during the drive that she must be mulling something over.
"There’s no need. I can go by myself."
Bring the CEO along only to be turned away at the door?
Oh my god, she didn’t even dare to imagine it.
"I’ll go with you."
Maxwell Peary allowed no refusal. After speaking, he began to change his shoes.
Nia Mitchell sat there motionless. Seeing how domineering he was, she didn’t want to say anything.
Suddenly, they both fell silent.
After changing his shoes, Maxwell Peary saw she was still sitting rigidly. He lifted her legs onto his own thigh and personally helped her into her slippers.
The butler and servants stared in shock at the scene.
Wait, what were the rumors about Young Master Peary in Capital Town? Cold, calculating, unfeeling, overbearing, and perverse... Good heavens, could the man before them truly be Young Master Peary?
"I just want to go alone."
Nia Mitchell pouted. She didn’t want Maxwell Peary to have to face other people’s displeasure.
After all, this was Maxwell Peary.
A man at the very pinnacle; his innate noble air meant he was accustomed to the adoration of others.
How could she bear to let such an outstanding man endure something like that?
"I’ll go with you."
He repeated himself, still permitting no refusal.
After finishing with his shoes, Maxwell Peary saw Nia Mitchell still sitting there awkwardly. He unbuttoned his suit jacket, took it off, then impatiently loosened his tie and tossed it aside.
Then, he bent down and swept her up into his arms.
"Ah! What are you doing?"
Like a startled little rabbit, Nia Mitchell immediately wrapped her arms around Maxwell Peary’s neck.
"Carrying you."
His reply was still just two simple, direct words. Nia Mitchell pouted and turned her head away, refusing to look at him.
「Main Bedroom, Second Floor」
Maxwell Peary carried Nia Mitchell to the large bed and tossed her onto it.
"HISS—"
Nia Mitchell immediately yelped in pain, reaching down to rub her sore bottom.
She had almost forgotten about being pushed at the Dining Hall at noon. Her bottom had taken the brunt of the fall, and it was still incredibly painful.
Maxwell Peary naturally noticed her small movement.
However, he knew this large bed well; how could she possibly get hurt from a fall on it? He simply assumed Nia Mitchell was pretending, trying to coax him into being soft-hearted.
Sure enough, after rubbing her backside, she looked up at him with a pitiful expression.
"Uncle, can I please go alone? Once this matter is resolved, I’ll introduce you to them."
That way, Fiona Sutton might be more accepting of the situation.
Maxwell Peary shook his head decisively.
"No."
He was determined to go. Who knew how that Fiona Sutton might try to make things difficult for his Rabina Mitchell?
He had already secretly decided that if Fiona Sutton was too unreasonable, he would ignore Nia Mitchell’s pleas and simply carry her home.
