Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot-Chapter 616 - 615: When Will You Call Me Husband

"What did I just say?"

Nia Mitchell was slightly puzzled, blinking her eyes.

"I mean... are you okay?"

"The sentence before."

"Uncle, are you dismantling the kitchen?"

"The sentence before."

He still had no expression, no hint of any emotion, but she still felt something was off about him.

"Uncle, what’s wrong with you? Did I say something wrong?"

Nia Mitchell was puzzled, pouting her lips.

She didn’t want to talk about this anymore; guessing was the most annoying thing. She couldn’t guess at all.

"Hurry up!"

Maxwell Peary frowned, a little anxious.

Nia pouted her lips. Seeing him so anxious, she also grew a little anxious.

Becoming so anxious, her mind went blank, and she couldn’t recall a thing.

"I... I don’t know!"

Nia Mitchell was so anxious she was about to stomp her feet, hardly able to remember what she had just said.

"..."

Maxwell Peary was somewhat frustrated, his face growing even grimmer.

"You said, if I let you wait any longer, my wife will starve to death."

His eyes were sparkling, every word he spoke gleaming.

Hearing him say this, Nia Mitchell was momentarily stunned.

What’s wrong with this sentence?

"Uhm..."

Could it be? Does Uncle think I’m being improper again?

Surely not?

"Wife."

Hearing these two words from Maxwell Peary, Nia Mitchell was startled, her face beginning to blush again.

"I..."

I just said it on impulse... and Uncle actually called me that. Oh, my! How embarrassing.

"Wife, when are you going to call me husband?"

Maxwell Peary suddenly spoke, his words making Nia Mitchell’s cheeks flush even redder.

"I... I don’t want to call you that."

Isn’t this just too embarrassing? Especially since Maxwell Peary just so openly, so blatantly brought it up! Even if I were more thick-skinned, I’d still be too embarrassed to say it now!

"Wife."

He kicked the pots and pans in front of him out of the way, then walked over to her side.

"Wife."

He reached out and wrapped an arm around her waist, making her feel a bit awkward.

「At that moment」

The butler, Frederick Goldsmith, upon hearing these noises, got up from his bed and came to the kitchen.

Could there possibly be a thief? No way! How could there be thieves in this place? And to think they’d come into the kitchen to steal, of all places!

"Uh... Master, Madam."

Frederick Goldsmith stood a bit awkwardly not far away. Maxwell Peary was holding Nia Mitchell tightly, the two of them clinging to each other.

He was just a giant, glaring third wheel. Hmph. It’s just like seeing a ghost.

"Butler Goldsmith!"

Blushing, Nia Mitchell pushed Maxwell Peary away, then quickly ran back to her room.

The PITTER-PATTER of her footsteps gradually faded into the distance, but the smile on Maxwell Peary’s face grew even wider.

"Clean up the kitchen."

After saying this, he thought for a moment, then took out the milk.

"Um... how do you make strawberry milk?"

Didn’t she really like drinking strawberry milk before?

Hearing Maxwell Peary’s words, Frederick Goldsmith was surprised and quickly walked over.

"I’ll teach you."

He was thrilled.

Oh my god! The always stern and unsmiling Maxwell Peary actually wants to learn how to make strawberry milk?

"First, wash the strawberries, then blend them into juice."

As he said this, Frederick Goldsmith went to the refrigerator and took out a box of strawberries.

Looking at the bright red strawberries, Maxwell Peary felt as if he could already see Nia Mitchell’s smile, and he reached out to take them.

Rolling up his sleeves, he immediately began to wash them.

Ten minutes later, Maxwell Peary carried two cups of milk upstairs and pushed open the Main Bedroom’s Grand Gate.