Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot

Chapter 375: Chapter 374: The Man Who Is Never Satisfied is Terrifying

Maxwell Peary’s face bore a dangerous expression, one that made anyone who saw it want to step back.

But Nia Mitchell, pinned beneath him on the bed, had nowhere to retreat.

”Uh... Evelyn isn’t a stranger,” she explained awkwardly. Evelyn Peary is his own sister, for goodness’ sake!

”Mrs. Peary, you should be more concerned about yourself.”

With that, Maxwell Peary gave her no opportunity to spoil the mood, swiftly silencing her with a kiss, and then...

An intimate ambiance filled the room, the air tinged with a blush-inducing scent.

After their lovemaking, Nia lay immobile on the large bed, utterly exhausted.

”Mrs. Peary, do you still want to concern yourself with Evelyn?”

Maxwell Peary didn’t let her rest, pulling her head to pillow on his arm.

Nia Mitchell was speechless. Uncle Peary was so petty, so jealous, and so fixated on this one thing! Even after such a passionate encounter, he still remembered something like that. The point was, he actually brought it up again!

”Say something.”

Maxwell Peary shook his arm, preventing her from falling asleep.

”I want to sleep.”

Nia Mitchell’s voice was slightly hoarse; it was obvious she must have cried out too loudly during their earlier activities.

Maxwell Peary ignored her protest, reaching out to pinch her flushed cheek.

”Mrs. Peary.”

He pressed down on her once more. With a single movement from him, Nia Mitchell’s eyes flew wide open, her face a mask of pleading.

”I’m tired.”

She pouted, hoping he would spare her for the rest of the night.

But this little expression of hers was clearly just further enticing the CEO, wasn’t it?

”I’m not tired.”

Maxwell Peary’s eyes gleamed, and his hand beneath the covers began to roam.

”Don’t... Uncle...”

Nia Mitchell wore a pleading expression as her hand caught the CEO’s wandering hand.

”Be good.”

Maxwell Peary ignored her refusal. Since his hand was caught, he decided to use his mouth.

But then...

”KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!”

The sound of knocking came from outside the door.

Damn it, who could that be?

”Young Master, Mr. Yancy Hastings is here to see you,” came the voice of the butler, Frederick Goldsmith, from outside.

Maxwell Peary’s face darkened. Damn that Yancy Hastings!

”Not available!”

Maxwell Peary’s tone was extremely harsh. After snapping, he ignored the person outside, easily broke free from Nia Mitchell’s grasp, and his hands began to roam freely once more.

”Maxwell Peary!”

Yancy Hastings’s voice came from outside, immediately followed by frantic knocking.

”BANG! BANG! BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG!”

Damn it!

Maxwell Peary threw a pillow down in frustration, then abruptly sat up and rose from the bed. He grabbed a nearby bathrobe and casually threw it on.

He wanted to ignore Yancy Hastings, but knowing him, the idiot would keep knocking indefinitely.

With such a commotion outside, he certainly had no interest in continuing what he was doing inside.

Yancy Hastings’s interruption... well, ’unintentional’ hardly described it; it was utterly thoughtless.

Yancy Hastings’s thoughtless actions had thoroughly offended Maxwell Peary.

However, he had successfully rescued Nia Mitchell.

This caused Nia Mitchell’s opinion of Yancy Hastings to improve just a tiny bit. Suddenly, she felt that Yancy Hastings wasn’t such a bad person after all. If one could overlook all his shortcomings, that is...

Meanwhile, Maxwell Peary, having put on his robe, turned to look intently at Nia Mitchell on the bed.

Although no one could see into the room from the doorway, he still walked over and carefully tucked her under the covers.

”Be good. Wait for me.”

The desire in Maxwell Peary’s eyes hadn’t fully subsided. His voice was still a bit hoarse, carrying a deeply seductive allure.