Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot

Chapter 392: Chapter 391: The Little Rabbit is Touched

Watching the little Rabina wildly swatting her small paws, the CEO couldn’t help but laugh.

”Uncle, give it back to me, quickly!”

Nia Mitchell pouted her lips impatiently, stomping her foot.

”No.”

Maxwell Peary clutched her phone but refused to return it, wondering why she wasn’t more agitated today.

So she was actually busy chatting with other men. Other men... Thinking about this, Maxwell wished he could extinguish the entire world.

”Come on, let’s go to the old mansion.”

He said, slipping Nia’s phone into his pocket and grabbing her hand to leave.

”Uncle, give it back to me. What exactly did you say to Charles Northwood?”

Nia was particularly curious, especially since Charles Northwood didn’t even call.

Could it be that he simply replied with something like, ’My phone is out of battery, I’m getting in my car,’ or something along those lines?

”Once we get to the old mansion, just stick close to me.”

Maxwell Peary lowered his head and fiddled with Nia’s hair as they entered the elevator.

”Okay.”

Mentioning the old mansion, Nia wilted like a frost-bitten eggplant.

Sensing her mood shift, Maxwell gently pecked her lips.

”Don’t worry, no one dares bully you.”

Even if the entire world disapproved of you being by my side, I would still hold your hand tightly. If the entire world wished to hurt you, I would stand by your side, protecting you forever.

Maxwell didn’t say these things out loud. His black eyes were like a vortex; once you glanced at them, you’d be drawn in, unable to pull away.

Nia Mitchell smiled and returned the CEO’s grip.

”Speaking of which, Evelyn Peary called me today. She said she doesn’t want to marry Yancy Hastings and asked you to...”

She didn’t know how to finish her sentence.

Should she directly tell the CEO that his sister wanted him to save her?

”I understand. The main reason we’re going home tonight is to deal with this matter.”

They arrived at the parking garage, and Maxwell led her towards the parked car.

”So that’s how it is. I thought so – Uncle, you’re so kind. You will certainly help her.”

In her heart, the CEO was not the type to neglect his own sister. After all, they were blood-related. She suddenly had a premonition about what was to occur at the old mansion. Perhaps a conflict might arise tonight if the CEO’s stance clashed with Samuel Peary and Phoebe Harris.

”Really? Am I that good in your heart?”

Maxwell turned to look at the woman beside him, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips, a barely discernible smile in his eyes.

”Yeah.”

Nia Mitchell also turned her head, meeting Maxwell’s gaze, and admitted it readily.

Seeing her sudden boldness without blushing, Maxwell was taken aback.

”So, Mrs. Peary admires me that much?”

Maxwell stopped in his tracks, his eyes reflecting an expression that only appeared at night, twinkling like the stars.

Every time she saw this look, Nia instinctively recoiled, her cheeks flushing crimson.

”I... I don’t admire you!”

Definitely not! She admires heroes. And what’s a hero? It’s... it’s... it’s... Oh, wow! Anyway, it’s not him.

”Then who do you admire? Tell me.”

His tone abruptly shifted from teasing to serious. Maxwell stood still, his face as expressionless as ever, yet she could sense subtle changes in him.

Uhm, the atmosphere suddenly feels wrong.

Nia was struggling to keep up with the CEO’s train of thought.

”Do you admire Charles Northwood? Or perhaps Edbert Mitchell.”