Chapter 1059: Chapter 1058: On Young Master Peary’s Rogue Tactics
After having breakfast with the CEO, Nia Mitchell had her wrist pulled by the CEO to apply medicine again.
"Uncle, look, I’m all better."
As she spoke, Nia Mitchell moved her hand a little.
Seeing her like this, Maxwell Peary couldn’t help but frown.
"Being able to move doesn’t mean it’s healed."
Looking at the lingering bruises, his expression grew even darker.
"Huh? But it doesn’t hurt anymore."
"Not hurting doesn’t mean it’s healed."
Nia Mitchell’s mouth twitched. So how can it be determined to be healed?
Are they waiting for the bruises to completely disappear?
That’s impossible, it’ll take days.
"No way, I know my own hand; if I say it’s fine, then it’s fine."
Not allowing the CEO to say anything more, Nia Mitchell finished her sentence and then covered the CEO’s mouth with her left hand.
"Nod quickly, say my hand is already fine."
Maxwell Peary: ......
Whose childish girl is this?
Please take her away quickly.
"Nod quickly!"
Seeing that the CEO didn’t react, Nia Mitchell got anxious and immediately glared at him, puffing her cheeks in anger.
Maxwell Peary chuckled, seeing how adorably angry she looked.
Thinking of this, Maxwell Peary made a move that made Nia Mitchell’s face blush and heart race.
His mouth slightly opened, and his tongue flicked out.
The warm, slippery feeling quickly spread over her palm, leaving Nia Mitchell astonished. She quickly withdrew her hand and stepped back several paces.
"Ah!"
Nia Mitchell felt goosebumps all over her body, unable to stand it.
She immediately rubbed her palm against her clothes, to wipe away the saliva and scratch the itch.
With a flushed face, she stared wide-eyed at the culprit.
"You, you, you!"
Nia Mitchell was extremely frustrated, pointing at the CEO, yet couldn’t utter a word.
"Hmm!"
Dared to point at him, this Rabina’s courage is growing bigger.
"Come here."
Maxwell Peary’s tone was emotionless as he sat there with the same expression and posture since earlier.
Hearing the CEO’s words, Nia Mitchell immediately shook her head vigorously.
"No, no, no!"
She wouldn’t go over there; it didn’t seem like a good thing.
So...
She firmly refused this point.
Maxwell Peary sat there watching her refusal, frowning more tightly.
"Nia Mitchell!"
Her name came with a heavy warning tone, making Nia Mitchell shrink her head involuntarily.
"What... what do you want to do!"
Seeing the CEO like this, Nia Mitchell could only ask with a sobby tone.
Then she slowly moved towards the CEO, her expression revealing her great reluctance.
Seeing her like that, Maxwell Peary rubbed his temples.
Did he look that terrifying?
"Good girl, come over, the medicine isn’t finished yet."
So the Young Master instantly softened his voice, and his expression softened considerably as well.
Nia Mitchell: ......
So it was about applying medicine!
Just moments ago, the reluctant Nia Mitchell changed her expression, pattered over to the CEO’s side.
Casually sat down beside him, then stretched out her little paw.
Maxwell Peary: ......
This really is...
Click, click.
"Just now..."
As the CEO was about to bring up the earlier incident, Nia Mitchell immediately and intentionally interrupted him.
"Ah! Uncle, my hand hurts!"
