Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot-Chapter 521 - 520: Young Master Peary is Jealous
At this moment, Maxwell Peary’s computer was running in his study.
On the screen, a group of people sat around a table, their faces stern.
Clearly, Maxwell Peary was in a video conference.
However, for some unexplained reason, the CEO who had been on the multimedia projector screen suddenly disappeared.
Everyone: ...!!!
Did Maxwell Peary leave? That seemed to be the only explanation.
But why wouldn’t the CEO say anything before leaving? Then again, that was indeed Young Master Peary’s style.
At this moment, the CEO had just left dozens of people staring blankly. He was now walking down the hallway towards Nia Mitchell.
"Awake already?"
She slept for so long. Will she even be able to sleep tonight? Maxwell Peary couldn’t help but wonder. Well, it doesn’t matter if she can’t sleep. They could always exercise to pass the time.
His mind instantly filled with romantic notions, though his expression remained impassive.
"Uncle, why didn’t you wake me?"
Nia Mitchell immediately began to question him. "If Evelyn Peary hadn’t called, who knows how long I would have slept!"
"What’s wrong?"
Maxwell Peary, feigning ignorance, walked over to her. He then effortlessly scooped her into his arms.
"AH!"
Nia Mitchell was startled and quickly wrapped her arms around his neck.
"What are you doing?"
She was truly startled. There are still things to do later. Why is he being like this again...?
"What wild thoughts are you having?"
Maxwell Peary barely raised an eyebrow as he carried her downstairs.
"You’re not wearing shoes; you should take better care of yourself."
It’s not even summer yet, and she’s already going barefoot so often. The chill from the floor can’t be good for her.
Nia Mitchell wiggled her bare feet, a smile spreading across her face.
"I just don’t like wearing shoes. Being barefoot is so much more comfortable, especially in the summer."
In the past, she almost never wore shoes during summer. But... this year, it seemed that wouldn’t be possible. Seeing how the CEO was, she figured she’d probably have to wear them no matter how uncomfortable it felt... Just the thought of having to wear shoes all the time from now on made Nia Mitchell feel dreadful.
"Uncle, being barefoot isn’t cold at all! And it’s super comfortable. If you don’t believe me, you should try it yourself!"
Nia Mitchell tried to persuade the CEO.
But could Maxwell Peary really be persuaded on such a matter? Impossible.
"You’d better get that idea out of your head. There’s only one situation where you’re allowed to be barefoot."
Maxwell Peary paused, looking down at her small face.
"And that’s in bed."
His domineering words, spoken so casually, made Nia Mitchell choke.
"How can you..."
Why did those words sound so terrifying coming from him?
"What about me?"
Maxwell Peary continued walking. He carried her to the sofa and set her down. Then, he went to the Entrance Hall and brought back her small pink slippers.
"Nia Mitchell, you don’t get to refuse this."
"Fine, I won’t refuse, alright?" Nia Mitchell retorted petulantly, then quickly grabbed a strawberry with her small hand and popped it into her mouth.
"Evelyn Peary called just now! It’s so late, and you still didn’t wake me. I need to go change; we have to leave soon!"
Nia Mitchell hadn’t forgotten that Evelyn Peary had mentioned a surprise.
Nia Mitchell was practically bursting with anticipation for this "surprise."
"Why are you so eager to go to Madgar Pavilion?"
Maxwell Peary was almost jealous. She’s never this enthusiastic, not even about coming home.
