Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot-Chapter 592 - 591: Maxwell Peary, Don’t Go Overboard

Chapter 592: Chapter 591: Maxwell Peary, Don’t Go Overboard

Nia Mitchell sat, face flushed and exceptionally anxious, on the other side of the room. She dared not look at Maxwell Peary, her eyes fixed on the milk cup in her hands.

"I... I just don’t want to go."

Seeing her refuse without giving a reason, Maxwell Peary certainly wouldn’t heed her protest.

"There’s no room for negotiation."

He was informing her, not discussing with her.

After speaking, ignoring Nia Mitchell’s awful expression, he took the milk cup from her hands, placed it on the coffee table, and then swept her up by the waist.

Nia Mitchell instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, pouting her lips, her face a mask of displeasure.

"You’re too overbearing, too autocratic," she began to protest.

"Mm." 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

"You don’t care about my feelings. You’re too much."

"Mm."

"And you smoked! You went back on your word."

"Mm."

"Hey! Can you say something else?"

"Mm."

Damnit! Nia Mitchell squeezed her eyes shut. This is too much, just too much! He’s clearly being passive-aggressive!

Feeling him carry her outwards, Nia Mitchell didn’t bother struggling and just kept her eyes shut, saying nothing.

"Nia Mitchell."

He suddenly called her name, and Nia Mitchell froze.

His deep voice lingered in her heart, stirring every cell in her body.

Instantly, a numbing, tingling sensation spread throughout her. Nia Mitchell gritted her teeth, hating how she had absolutely no resistance to his voice.

"What?"

Nia Mitchell opened her eyes, her bright black pupils shining, full of spirit.

Maxwell Peary’s lips curved slightly. He then loosened his hands.

"AH!"

Nia Mitchell was startled by his action, thinking he was about to drop her on the floor.

Fortunately, her reflexes were quick; she immediately sensed his intention and clung tightly to his neck.

"Maxwell Peary, don’t you go too far!"

Yet he only loosened the hand supporting her upper body, making it impossible for her little feet to touch the ground.

"Am I going too far?"

Maxwell Peary’s brow was still slightly furrowed, his expression subtle, but there was indeed a hint of teasing.

Hateful! He must be doing this on purpose.

"Let go of that hand."

He only loosened his grip just now to deliberately tease me. Where on earth did this Maxwell Peary learn such tricks?

"Then I’ll let go."

Saying this, without giving her time to react, he didn’t just loosen his hand—he tossed her forward.

Nia Mitchell! I must have offended him, so he’s trying to murder me! Damnit! Maxwell Peary!

Nia Mitchell squeezed her eyes shut in fright. However, the pain she imagined didn’t come; she landed on a bed.

Yes, that’s right, this texture was a bed.

The soft, large bed made one want to roll around on it a couple of times. But ever since she’d unceremoniously rolled on his bed in the Waiting Room last time, she hadn’t rolled around so improperly anymore.

Nia Mitchell opened her eyes and looked at Maxwell Peary.

Lying here and looking up at him, he appeared even more towering.

His black bathrobe added a touch of ascetic allure, accentuating his exquisitely handsome face and obsidian-like eyes.

Every part of him seemed like a gift from the heavens, bestowed upon him alone.

Nia Mitchell’s heart clenched, and her face shamelessly turned red.

"I’m going to sleep."

With that, she pulled the blanket over herself, hiding inside.

Maxwell Peary’s gaze just now was too frightening, as if he was about to devour me whole. That kind of blatant, naked desire made Nia Mitchell feel embarrassed, wanting to quickly forget it.

Seeing her bury herself like an ostrich, the curve of Maxwell Peary’s lips grew wider, his mood clearly pleased.

"Wifey~~~"