Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot-Chapter 575 - 574: Maxwell Peary is out of solutions

Chapter 575: Chapter 574: Maxwell Peary is out of solutions

「Mid-hill Villa—」

The Master Bedroom was in disarray; men’s and women’s clothes were scattered all over the floor, intertwined. Following the trail of clothing led to a huge bed.

Nia Mitchell was sprawled across the large bed, turning lazily on her side, her little foot slipping out from under the covers.

Maxwell Peary, drowsy and groggy, frowned, reaching out to tuck Rabina Mitchell’s little foot back under the covers.

"HMM..."

This position was uncomfortable. Nia Mitchell squirmed and adjusted her body again. As a result, her foot kicked out once more, this time landing squarely on the CEO himself.

Maxwell Peary inhaled sharply. This Rabina Mitchell is truly becoming more and more ill-mannered! Kicking the covers aside, no less!

"Nia Mitchell!" Maxwell Peary sat bolt upright. Seeing Nia Mitchell sleeping so soundly made him grind his teeth in frustration.

Despite Maxwell Peary’s loud shout, Nia Mitchell remained oblivious.

In her dream, she was joyfully eating, drinking, and making merry, completely unaware of Maxwell Peary’s roar.

Seeing her unmoved, Maxwell Peary ran a hand through his hair. As he moved, the duvet slipped down, revealing his lean upper body.

And there, on his chest, were distinct red marks.

These marks were clearly left by Nia Mitchell.

Maxwell Peary looked up towards the floor-to-ceiling windows; it was still pitch black outside.

He glanced at his watch: it was only 3:30 in the morning.

It’s still early.

No wonder this Rabina Mitchell is sleeping so soundly. It’s still the middle of the night, after all.

"Little Rabina Mitchell."

Maxwell Peary, who had been full of anger just moments ago, now looked at Nia Mitchell with utter affection.

Gazing at her sleeping face, her cheeks flushed red and her lips slightly pouting, she looked just like a child.

And yet, this child is his wife.

"HMM..." Nia Mitchell stirred uncomfortably. Disliking the touch on her face, she swatted the man’s hand away.

Seeing her reaction, Maxwell Peary chuckled and poked her cheek again.

Nia Mitchell has no idea that what goes around comes around. She had her fun poking me during the day; now, at night, it’s my turn to return the favor.

TSK. TSK.

Maxwell Peary had called Nia Mitchell a child before, but wasn’t he acting just like one himself at this moment?

He amused himself by poking her for quite some time, stopping only when he felt that poking Nia Mitchell any more might wake her. He then stopped, ready to go back to sleep.

「A peaceful, dream-filled night.」

Nia Mitchell woke up unusually early the next morning, not at all like her usual self, who loved to sleep in.

"Uncle, wake up."

Rarely was she the first one up; Maxwell Peary was still asleep.

Maxwell Peary nodded, murmured an "Mmm," but his eyes remained closed.

"Uncle?" Nia Mitchell’s eyes widened, sparkling brightly.

Maxwell Peary scowled. "Mmm, don’t make a fuss," he said curtly, then went back to sleep.

Nia Mitchell pouted. How annoying!

She hopped out of bed barefoot, got dressed, and then went downstairs.

The butler, Frederick Goldsmith, had been up and busy since early morning. Hearing movement from the stairs, he assumed the Young Master was coming down.

But when he looked, he unexpectedly saw Nia Mitchell.

Er...

"Young Mistress?" How could the Young Mistress be the first one downstairs? Today is really strange.

"Hmm, Frederick, what’s for dinner tonight?"

Nia Mitchell jogged a few steps, bouncing her way from the Living Room to the Dining Hall.

"WOW!"

The spread was all Chinese-style breakfast dishes. Ever since she learned Maxwell Peary disliked them, she often felt conflicted.

"Young Mistress, where’s the Young Master?" Frederick Goldsmith asked, finding it strange that he hadn’t seen Maxwell Peary come downstairs even after waiting for a long time.