Er... Nia Mitchell was dumbfounded, feeling completely at a loss.
Maxwell Peary’s husky voice traveled through her ears to her heart, causing Nia Mitchell to shiver.
"I can’t wait any longer."
Before Nia Mitchell could react, Maxwell Peary had already laid her down on the large bed.
Their heavy breathing echoed in her ears. Nia Mitchell’s small heart pounded—THUMP, THUMP, THUMP—and her fingertips trembled slightly.
"Be good, don’t be afraid."
Maxwell Peary sensed her tension. Perhaps it was because they were in the Office Room; she didn’t feel secure.
"Um... Uncle Peary, can we go home and... and... can we?"
Nia Mitchell gazed at Maxwell Peary with her large, glistening eyes, looking especially innocent. They were filled with a desperate hope that he would agree.
Little did she know, this innocent expression of hers was the very fuse to Maxwell Peary’s desire.
He could no longer hold back, nor did he intend to. He lowered himself and swept her away into another kind of paradise.
Much later, Nia Mitchell fell asleep groggily. Her delicate, pale little hand reached out from under the quilt, fumbling about for her mobile phone.
"What are you looking for?"
Maxwell Peary was half-sitting on the bed, a stack of files in his hands.
He had originally intended to go out and work, but he couldn’t; his mind was completely filled with thoughts of this little rabbit, so he had chosen to work here instead.
Nia Mitchell was startled into full wakefulness. Remembering she was still at the Company, she abruptly sat up in bed.
Maxwell Peary coughed lightly and reached out to pull the quilt higher, covering Nia Mitchell’s... suggestive figure.
Nia Mitchell also sensed the chill on her skin. Realizing she was completely naked and, moreover, covered in suspicious bruises, she quickly lay down again.
After pulling the quilt over herself, she practically mummified herself in it, like a chrysalis.
"I’m looking for my phone."
She blinked her large eyes at Maxwell Peary, pure and innocent.
Maxwell Peary reached over, picked up the phone from the side, and handed it to Nia Mitchell. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝓷𝓮𝓽
Nia Mitchell hesitated before timidly stretching out a small paw from under the quilt, only sighing in relief after ensuring she hadn’t exposed herself again.
Seeing her guarded expression, as if she were wary of a thief, Maxwell Peary couldn’t help but chuckle.
"What are you still covering up for? Is there any part of you I haven’t seen?"
He scanned her entire body, and although she was tightly wrapped in the quilt, his gaze felt as if it could penetrate anything, hot and scorching.
"There are some places you haven’t seen, but I have," Maxwell Peary added smugly, raising his eyebrows provocatively.
Nia Mitchell’s mouth twitched. Why is Uncle Peary suddenly acting like such a child?
"The same goes for you, then."
When it came to verbal sparring, Nia Mitchell wasn’t one to readily admit defeat, though when facing the CEO, she had almost never won. In fact, not ’almost never’—she had *never* won. Even if she gained a momentary upper hand, she would be retaliated against before long.
"I’ve seen every inch of Uncle Peary too, including some places you haven’t seen yourself."
Humph! She absolutely wouldn’t let him get the better of her verbally. Nia Mitchell was sharpening her claws, treating every conversation as a battle.
Maxwell Peary raised an eyebrow. Is the little rabbit trying to bite?
"Is that so? You’ve seen everything?"
Maxwell Peary leaned forward, a dangerous glint in his slightly narrowed eyes.
Nia Mitchell instinctively leaned back, her small heart thumping erratically—BADUM, BADUM.
A smile played on Maxwell Peary’s lips, their thin line curling slightly as he shifted his body closer to hers, his presence imposing.
"How is it that I remember, every time we... made love, you were too shy to even open your eyes?"