Chapter 1153 - 1152: Teased by My Wife

With every sentence spoken, Maxwell Peary’s face grew darker.Ah sh*t!

Maxwell Peary lost his temper!

This damn little Rabina Mitchell was definitely doing this on purpose, teasing him here like this.

And calling him ’Maxwell Peary’?

He must let her know what she should actually call him.

Thinking this, Maxwell Peary stood up, ready to act.

"Husband! I’m calling you husband!"

Nia Mitchell sensed something was off with the CEO and immediately changed her tone, shouting loudly.

How scary, just now Maxwell Peary looked like he was getting ready to devour her.

How could her little frame endure that?

So!

People must be self-aware.

Indeed, after her words, Maxwell Peary’s expression improved a lot.

Actually, it didn’t just improve.

The CEO was almost ecstatic, feeling as if he was on cloud nine, unsure whether it was night or day.

Nia Mitchell: ......

"Wife!"

Maxwell Peary sat down again, reaching out to pull her into his embrace.

"Wait until..."

"Hey hey hey!"

"Knock knock knock!"

The impatient voice of Evelyn Peary came from the bedroom door.

"Have you two had enough of being lovey-dovey? If you’re planning to make a baby, wait until after dinner, okay? Exercising on an empty stomach isn’t healthy."

Evelyn Peary said irritably, having waited downstairs for so long; are we having dinner or not?

Upon hearing this, the warmth on Nia Mitchell’s face had still not subsided, but now it turned even redder.

She quickly pushed him away, stood up, and walked outside.

"Evelyn, stop talking nonsense, will you? We’re just about to go eat,"

As she spoke, Nia Mitchell led the way downstairs.

Evelyn Peary: ......

Maxwell Peary: ......

The CEO sat there reflecting, perhaps he had spoiled this little Rabina Mitchell too much, which is why she was so...

Disrespectful!

He needed to manage things better and assert his husband’s authority.

Having made up his mind, Maxwell Peary followed downstairs immediately.

Evelyn Peary’s lips twitched with frustration, feeling overwhelmed.

Oh dear Lord!

What’s happening here!

She felt an urgent need to move out!

If not, she’d really suffer internal injuries from all this affection.

Dining Hall——

Nia Mitchell sat there, sipping on Red Date and Longan Porridge, and looked up when she heard the commotion at the door.

Maxwell Peary sat down, reaching over to take her right hand, and looked at her wrist.

"It doesn’t hurt anymore."

Nia Mitchell spoke quickly, fearing the CEO would blame himself.

"But it still looks quite shocking."

For the first time, he hated himself for being so rough, although he really should be grateful this time.

Previously, if he acted, her fair and delicate wrist would definitely have broken.

"It only looks scary, it truly doesn’t hurt anymore."

Nia Mitchell tried hard to explain, then used her right hand to pick up a spoon and took a sip of porridge.

Seeing her earnest effort to prove herself, Maxwell Peary felt much better, his expression softened considerably.

"Alright, as long as it doesn’t hurt anymore. You still need to rest this hand more, you know?"

Reaching out to take the spoon from her hand, he started feeding her.

Nia Mitchell was taken aback, blinked her eyes, and a smile instantly spread across her face.

"Is Uncle Peary practicing for the future to feed the baby?"

Whenever the baby was mentioned, she was full of joy, although there was nothing in her belly yet.

Maxwell Peary paused upon hearing this, evidently surprised by Nia Mitchell’s words.