Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot-Chapter 524 - 523: Surprise!
Upon hearing Nia Mitchell’s words, Maxwell Peary halted his steps.
He lowered his head slightly, looking at little Rabina who was tilting her head up, her cheeks puffed, eyebrows raised, and teeth bared playfully. His own brow furrowed slightly, and he felt a string in his heart go ZING.
"What did you just say?" He was desperate to hear her soft, mellow voice repeat those words; he was all aflutter. It felt as if soft feathers had gently brushed over the tip of his heart.
"I... I..." How could Nia Mitchell possibly repeat that? It was so embarrassing! Who asks someone to repeat something like that?
"I won’t say it!" Nia Mitchell looked away, refusing to meet the CEO’s gaze.
"You won’t say it, hmm?" His voice rose lightly. She suddenly felt a chill creeping up from her feet, and in an instant, her little heart was pounding.
"Fine, I’ll say it! I’m very easy to raise." Nia Mitchell raised her voice defiantly, using the volume to hide her nervousness.
Hearing this, Maxwell Peary felt delighted beyond belief.
"Indeed, she is very easy to keep." All he had to do was feed her delicious things and then satisfy her at night; that would be enough.
The CEO reached out and gently patted her small head.
"Don’t touch my head! I won’t grow taller!" Nia Mitchell blurted out. After the words left her mouth, she wanted to bite her tongue off. My goodness, what was she saying?
"Heh, you still expect to grow taller?" She’s already 20 and still dreaming about this?
"It’s your fault for being so tall!" Nia Mitchell retorted, exasperated, blurting out whatever came to mind.
And the CEO was thoroughly pleased by little Rabina’s words.
"You’re not short at all." At least, among women, she wasn’t short. Though, standing next to him, she did seem a bit shorter.
Evelyn Peary, standing behind them, couldn’t bear it anymore. She rubbed her arms, shuddering continuously. So cheesy! These two are really... really shameless! Showing off their affection in front of a single person like me is just indecent!
"Bro, could you please take your canoodling into the Private Booth?" Evelyn Peary finally blurted out the words that had been weighing on her mind. What a relief!
Even though they weren’t on the Main Path of Madgar Pavilion, people could still pass by. This was setting a terrible example!
"None of your business?" Maxwell Peary shot her a displeased glance, then put his arm around his petite wife and walked towards their Private Room.
"You’d better get your surprise ready quickly. And next time, don’t use such petty tricks to entice your sister-in-law."
Evelyn Peary: ...!!! PFFT! If she could actually spurt blood, Evelyn Peary was sure she would have let it gush for a full two minutes. She seriously doubted that the man ahead, holding Nia Mitchell, was her usually stern, wise, and formidable brother. This was too much!
"Evelyn didn’t entice me," Nia Mitchell defended Evelyn. Who talks about their own sister like that?
Standing behind them, Evelyn Peary was moved to tears upon hearing this. Sister-in-law really is the best!
"Then tell me, haven’t you been constantly thinking about her little surprise?"
Nia Mitchell was at a loss for words. Okay, fine, she admitted she was a little expectant.
"Anyone would be expectant," she retorted unhappily as Maxwell Peary led her to the entrance of the Private Booth.
The moment the Grand Gate of the Private Booth swung open, Maxwell Peary and Nia Mitchell, standing outside, were stunned.
A sea of pink met their eyes. Countless pink rose petals were strewn across the floor. On the large table, there were also many whole roses, but these roses were blue. Blue Enchantresses!
"So beautiful!" In stark contrast to Maxwell Peary’s gloomy expression, Nia Mitchell’s face was alight with a brilliant smile.
