Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot-Chapter 644 - 643 Yes, I miss you
Nia Mitchell’s mind went a bit blank, slow to react.
According to what the CEO said, it seemed these strawberries weren’t expensive after all.
But why did she still feel like something was off?
"But... airplanes are more expensive, right?"
Nia Mitchell finally figured out the problem.
Maxwell Peary raised an eyebrow slightly, the corners of his lips turning up.
"The airplane was bought many years ago. It’s just sitting idle otherwise."
Uhm... They’re not expensive. These strawberries aren’t expensive at all.
So, Nia Mitchell squatted down again, hugging the fruit plate and enjoying the sweet taste.
"Uncle, you should eat too."
With only one left, Nia Mitchell felt a little pained.
However, she had already caught the CEO’s gaze.
She reluctantly offered him the strawberry.
However, she remembered the CEO didn’t actually like eating such things, so her mood instantly brightened.
Next, Uncle Peary would surely put on a stern face, look at her, and say, ’I don’t eat that.’ Haha, then she could still eat it herself!
Suddenly, her fingers felt a warm, moist touch.
Nia Mitchell snapped back to her senses just in time to see the CEO had already taken the strawberry from her fingers with his lips.
Her face turned beet red.
If she wasn’t mistaken, that touch just now... had been the CEO’s lips brushing against her hand.
Instantly, her fingertips tingled.
"You..."
Nia Mitchell wanted to scold him for taking her favorite when he clearly didn’t even like strawberries.
But... she had been the one to offer it to him.
"What’s wrong?"
Maxwell Peary, legs crossed, looked at Nia Mitchell with his usual handsome, unreadable expression.
That expression of his was enough to leave Nia Mitchell fuming and speechless for a good while.
"Nothing!"
Nia Mitchell mumbled indignantly, then took the fruit plate and sat on the sofa.
Having finished the strawberries, she started eating cherries.
"Uncle, would you like some cherries?"
She’d learned her lesson this time and asked beforehand. Even if he says he likes them, she won’t give him any! Haha! I’m just asking; heaven knows I never said I’d share!
"Sure."
Maxwell Peary remained seated, his attention caught by the newspaper on the coffee table.
The leader of S Country had been kidnapped by terrorists and was currently missing without a trace.
He furrowed his brow at this news.
Because S Country and their nation were on very friendly terms, Yancy Hastings had suddenly been assigned to an urgent mission.
Considering Yancy Hastings’ current military rank, this mission was indeed important enough to require his personal involvement.
It seemed he had already found Yancy Hastings’ whereabouts.
After a while, Nia Mitchell finished all the cherries and lay contentedly on the sofa.
"Uncle, I accidentally forgot you wanted cherries too. I’ve eaten them all."
Nia Mitchell cautiously glanced at Maxwell, who was reading the newspaper, then lay back down, suppressing a grin.
Maxwell Peary turned his head to look at her, a hint of a smile curving his lips.
"Really? Are you sure it wasn’t intentional?"
How could he not see through her little scheme?
"Of course not! Uncle, how could you think of me that way?"
Nia Mitchell put on an air of utmost righteousness and quickly sat up straight.
This earnest demeanor of Nia Mitchell’s was truly hard to believe.
"Right, I think about you."
Nia Mitchell: ...
Maxwell Peary, what on earth are you playing at? Did he really have to twist her words like that?
"There are more strawberries in the kitchen, if you..."
Damn it! Before Maxwell Peary could finish his threat, Nia Mitchell had already scrambled off the sofa, slipped on her fluffy slippers, and bolted.
"Be careful!"
The CEO, worried sick, immediately chased after her.
