Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot-Chapter 602 - 601: Transferring the car under your name in the afternoon

Maxwell Peary, his face dark, pulled her little paw away from his chest and shot her a disgruntled look.

"OUCH!"

Nia Mitchell also realized this, and her expression stiffened a bit as she registered what she had just been thinking.

"I didn’t mean to..."

She stuck out her tongue, her cute expression enough to make anyone’s heart flutter.

"Nia Mitchell, I ask you, do you genuinely want to have a child for me?"

Maxwell Peary was exceptionally serious, but his words were enough to make one’s face flush and heart race.

Nia Mitchell blinked, stunned, somewhat unsure of what he was trying to say. Could he stop being so dead serious?

"Yes."

She replied with equal seriousness, then carefully observed the CEO’s expression.

But could she really discern the CEO’s expression so easily?

After they finished lunch, Evelyn Peary didn’t reappear, so Maxwell Peary left, taking Nia Mitchell with him.

"Uncle, are you going to work this afternoon?" Nia Mitchell asked, following behind Maxwell Peary, her face reddening slightly as she looked at their clasped hands.

"Why? Do you have something to do?" Maxwell Peary paused, a little curious, and looked back at his petite, young wife.

"No, I just want to go see Fiona Sutton."

"I’ll go with you."

"Okay."

This time, Nia Mitchell didn’t try to refuse at all and agreed immediately.

Maxwell Peary was taken aback, not quite processing it. Okay? She actually said okay? He was somewhat shocked; this added a touch of human warmth to his usually icy demeanor.

"Hehe, Uncle, have you gone silly?" Nia Mitchell giggled, standing on her tiptoes. Mimicking Maxwell Peary’s earlier gesture, she reached out and patted the CEO’s hair.

Evelyn Peary walked out to see this exact scene, and she froze, dumbfounded.

My eyes must be playing tricks on me. This is impossible. This scene... it’s absolutely a figment of my imagination. How could Maxwell Peary possibly let someone pat his head? Hehe! Absolutely impossible.

But still, she mechanically turned and left, unwilling to witness the scene any longer.

"HMM."

Maxwell Peary responded.

I was right. He has gone silly, Nia Mitchell thought. The corners of her mouth twitched. Embarrassed, she removed her hand from his head and rubbed her nose.

"Let’s go."

With that, she pulled him into the car, and they headed towards University A.

The ostentatious luxury car cruised down the road, drawing gazes from students all around. The closer they got to University A, the more such gazes they attracted.

Only then did Nia Mitchell realize that appearing like this seemed a bit inappropriate, and the corner of her mouth twitched.

"Uncle, maybe we should park the car first," she suggested.

Maxwell Peary turned to look at Nia Mitchell, a brow arching slightly.

"Why?"

He knew what Nia Mitchell was thinking, of course. But thoughts were one thing; she was his, Maxwell Peary’s, wife, and thus destined to attract this kind of attention. He needed her to get used to it now.

Nia Mitchell pouted, looking out the car window. "Look, so many people are looking at your car."

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the car shifted. A cold aura began to emanate from Maxwell Peary, and she gulped.

What exactly did I say wrong? Why does it feel like Uncle Peary is angry?

"This afternoon, we’re going to my lawyer team," Maxwell Peary stated. "We’ll transfer ownership of this car to your name."

Nia Mitchell: ...!!!

What on earth? Why is Uncle Peary suddenly bringing this up?

"What do you mean?" she asked, struggling to keep up with his train of thought.