Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot-Chapter 591 - 590: Going to the Hospital Tomorrow Morning
Seeing him like this, Nia Mitchell burst out laughing.
"HAHAHA..." ๐ฏ๐ป๐ฎ๐๐ฌ๐ฎ๐๐๐ค๐๐๐ก.๐๐๐ถ
It was a sight rarely seen in a hundred yearsโthe CEO actually making such a face! HAHAHA... Let me laugh a little longer.
Maxwell Peary: ...
So, this Rabina Mitchell doesnโt care at all? Thinking about her indifference, he started doubting if she was taking the preparation for pregnancy seriously. No, he has to make her take it seriously.
"Weโll be going to the hospital tomorrow morning."
Maxwell Peary sat on the couch, beside her.
Nia Mitchellโs laughter came to an abrupt end, somewhat taken aback.
"Go to the hospital for what?"
How did he suddenly bring up this topic?
Nia Mitchell blinked in confusion, her body half-turned towards the CEO, a look of inquiry on her face.
"For a pre-pregnancy check-up."
Only then will she realize the significance of this.
Upon hearing Maxwell Pearyโs words, Nia Mitchellโs face instantly turned red, and she playfully hit the CEOโs arm.
"What happened?"
Maxwell Peary lowered his gaze towards her. He knew she was embarrassed but still deliberately asked.
Nia Mitchell did not respond. Seeing the two glasses of milk on the table, she immediately picked them up.
"The white one is yours, Uncle, and the light pink one is mine."
She laughed as she placed the glass of milk in the CEOโs large hand.
"Why is your milk this color?"
Maxwell Peary furrowed his brows, finding Nia Mitchellโs milk color rather bizarre.
"It has fresh strawberry juice in it."
Nia Mitchellโs eyes crinkled into slits from giggling. Since there was no flavored milk like the ones in the supermarket here, she had no choice but to add strawberry juice.
She took a little sip. MMM, super delicious.
It was a hundred times better than the packaged flavored milk from the supermarket.
"Itโs really good, Uncle, want to give it a try?"
Nia Mitchell fluttered her big eyes, instantly holding out her glass of milk to him.
"You can try ginger slices tomorrow."
Maxwell Peary sat there unperturbed, lifting his head to look at Nia Mitchell.
"Um..."
Nia Mitchell was speechless with exasperation, her mouth twitching slightly. How ruthless.
"Uncle, if you donโt want to drink it, then donโt."
To think heโd actually threaten her with something like this! So annoying.
"HMM."
Maxwell Peary responded casually, continuing to drink his milk.
In his mind, though, he found himself wondering if the butler had too little to do recently, that he was always occupied with such trivial things. Looking at the glass of milk in his hand, he realized heโd never drunk this stuff before. Weird.
Somewhere in the dining hall, a butler who was cleaning strawberries suddenly sneezed loudly.
Whatโs going on? Is someone gossiping about him? Feeling a sudden chill down his spine, it couldnโt be Young Master Peary talking about him, could it?
Remembering how the Young Madam had brought two glasses of milk upstairs earlier, Frederick Goldsmith shuddered.
Everyone in the villa knew that Young Master Peary disliked drinking milk. Only the Young Madam remained oblivious.
If Nia Mitchell had known that the milk she kindly brought was so unappreciated by the CEO, she would have stopped long ago. That way, the CEO wouldnโt, in the near future, finally become fed up with a glass of milk every night, take it out on Frederick Goldsmith, and ultimately leave Nia Mitchell beet-red with embarrassment.
"Uncle, can we not go to the hospital tomorrow?"
Rabina Mitchell, cradling her milk glass, mumbled, Hospitals are places no one really likes to go, right?
"Hmm? Why not?"
Maxwell Peary was a bit perplexed. Itโs just a check-up, after all. Isnโt this being more responsible for our future child?
