Chapter 1160 - 1159: A Woman’s Weight!

Nia Mitchell puckered her lips and shook her head.She was so full that she didn’t want to move, let alone walk.

"Then have the kitchen bring over some digestion-aiding tea. You can drink a bit."

Nia Mitchell immediately shook her head, refusing.

"I can’t drink anymore."

She felt like her stomach was already too full to take any more water.

Even one more drop and she’d feel like she was going to burst.

Besides, if she drank water now, the little desserts in her stomach might expand.

Seeing her refusal of everything, Maxwell Peary felt a pang of sympathy and walked over to sit down, pulling her into his embrace.

"Next time, are you still going to eat so much? Who’s competing with you for food?"

He couldn’t help but scold her a bit, then extended his large hand to gently cover her stomach, helping to warm it.

"Uncle, is there anything about Little Autumn’s check-up?"

Weren’t they supposed to go for a follow-up check?

"There are still a few check-up results we have to wait until the afternoon to see."

Nia Mitchell nodded.

"If you look at the results in the afternoon, doesn’t that mean they can’t leave today?"

The hospital only opened at two in the afternoon. By the time they got the reports and everything settled, it would probably take until three or four o’clock.

If they left then, they probably wouldn’t get home until late at night.

"It’s no problem. There’s plenty of rooms here."

They could stay here for a few nights, and if they weren’t used to it, he had many properties outside. They could stay wherever they wanted.

Nia Mitchell looked at the CEO with gratitude, smiling broadly.

"Uncle, you’re so good to me."

In this world, maybe only Maxwell Peary treated her this way.

She lay there with a beaming smile, resting her head on the CEO’s lap.

"Are you tired? If you’re tired, I can carry you to the bedroom to sleep for a while."

The three members of the Zhong family had already gone for a nap. They had arrived early in the car, and though they slept a bit in the car, it wasn’t the same.

"I don’t want to sleep, I can’t sleep."

She had slept all morning when she couldn’t find anything out.

"Then... I want to rest, will you keep me company?"

Maxwell Peary lowered his voice, with a touch of indulgence, his tone coaxing.

Nia Mitchell lifted her head and noticed the dark circles under the CEO’s eyes.

"Okay."

She nodded obediently and then reached out for a hug.

"Good girl."

Maxwell Peary bent over and easily picked her up, step by step heading to the second floor.

"Nia, you seem to be lighter. Are you secretly dieting?"

Maxwell Peary frowned. He had intended to fatten her up a bit, but how had she gotten skinnier?

"I am not! That’s nonsense, I’m obviously gaining weight."

She could even feel it herself. She must have gained weight.

Being fed by Maxwell Peary like this, how could she possibly lose weight?

Besides, secretly dieting? Three meals a day, which meal wasn’t eaten under the CEO’s nose?

Even if she wanted to secretly diet, she wouldn’t have the chance, right?

"Really? Have you really gained weight?"

Maxwell Peary frowned and actually gave her a little bounce.

No mistake, it was like bouncing meat, estimating the weight.

Damn!

Nia Mitchell was full of terror. CEO, are you a walking scale?

To think you have this function.

"About ninety-two or ninety-three pounds."

After bouncing her a bit, Maxwell Peary gave an approximate weight.

Nia Mitchell: ........

"Ahhhhh! I want an electronic scale, I want to weigh myself!"