Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot-Chapter 465 - 464: Could It Be His Technique Isn’t Good?

As expected, Nia Mitchell couldn’t convince Maxwell Peary. So she closed her eyes, lay still on the large bed, and feigned death. She was ignoring him! She had made up her mind: starting today, she was giving him the silent treatment.

However, when Maxwell Peary smirked and leaned in, Nia Mitchell’s hair instantly stood on end.

"Ah! What are you doing?" Nia Mitchell questioned loudly, frantically trying to push him away. But how could she possibly match his strength?

"Aren’t you going to ignore me?" Doesn’t he understand her little temper? To put it bluntly, he could subdue her in minutes.

"Who said I’m going to ignore you?" Nia Mitchell refused to admit it, rebutting stubbornly.

Maxwell Peary smirked, lowered his head, and captured her soft lips. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

"UNH." Nia Mitchell’s face flushed crimson. With him pressing down on her, she felt the pain in her buttocks intensify.

"Don’t! It hurts!" Nia Mitchell struggled, and managing to find a slight opening, hastily tried to stop his next move.

Maxwell Peary lifted his head slightly. Observing her tear-filled eyes and flushed cheeks, he found it increasingly difficult to resist the urge to devour her.

"Be good." He patiently coaxed her, then prepared to continue.

Nia Mitchell hurriedly stopped him, covering her small, rosy mouth with her hand.

"Today, no... not... that, okay?" Looking at the CEO’s desire-filled eyes, she stammered out her refusal.

"Why?" Maxwell Peary’s expression darkened. As soon as the word left his mouth, the surrounding atmosphere seemed to shift. It was as if one moment they were basking in a gentle spring breeze, and the next, they were plunged into an icy glacier. The temperature plummeted, making one shiver involuntarily.

Nia Mitchell shrank back, her eyes glistening, but she remained silent.

Maxwell Peary’s brows furrowed deeper seeing her like this.

"Because... it hurts?" A moment ago, this little Rabina Mitchell seemed to say it hurt, he asked, uncertain.

Nia Mitchell nodded quickly. Yes, yes, it hurt! Her buttocks ached unbearably! It wasn’t just her buttocks; her knees hurt too.

However, Maxwell Peary, who had no idea what had happened that afternoon, completely misunderstood. They had been married for a long time now and had been intimate many times. Logically, she should only have felt pain on their wedding night. Why was she still complaining about pain now? And refusing to let him? Thinking about this, he grew frustrated. Was his technique lacking? Or was he too large for her?

"Does it hurt a lot?" Maxwell Peary looked at Nia Mitchell with a peculiar expression, asking uncertainly.

Nia Mitchell’s delicate eyebrows knitted together tightly as she nodded.

Seeing her reaction, Maxwell Peary slowly got up, his face dark as he left the Main Bedroom.

Seeing him leave, Nia Mitchell blinked in confusion. What was wrong with him? It’s fine if we don’t do it, but why did he leave?

Nia Mitchell thought for a long time but couldn’t figure it out, so she immediately got out of bed to see what was happening.

She ran over barefoot, not taking the time to put on her shoes. She was just about to open the door of the Main Bedroom when she heard Maxwell Peary’s voice.

Okay, if she had known beforehand that she would overhear Maxwell Peary on the phone and the content of his call... She definitely would NOT have gotten out of bed! Damn it! In her twenty years of life, she had never regretted anything so much! The worst part was, after listening, her face flushed beet red, and before she could react, the door was opened.

Maxwell Peary stood in front of her with a dark face, his brow furrowed as he looked at her.