Nia Mitchell hadn’t expected that one tumble would lead to such a situation. By the time she was firmly back on her feet, two hours had passed.
"I want to eat!" Nia Mitchell yelled, her eyes glistening, looking particularly captivating. Her voice was slightly hoarse.
Maxwell Peary emerged from the bathroom, full of vigor, a large towel in hand as he wiped water droplets from his hair.
"Wait a moment, we’ll eat together."
He tossed the towel aside and adjusted his bathrobe.
"No way," Nia Mitchell snapped angrily. Once dressed, she opened the door and headed downstairs.
Maxwell Peary raised an eyebrow. Is Rabina Mitchell angry?
By the time Maxwell Peary came downstairs, Nia Mitchell was already at the dining table, tucking in with gusto.
She’s already started eating? She really didn’t wait for him.
"Young Master Peary."
The butler carried a bowl of gleaming white rice into the Dining Hall, placed it on the table, and pulled out a chair.
He had never seen Young Master Peary eat Chinese Cuisine before, at least not at home.
"Uncle, look! There are so many dishes. Which one do you like?" Nia Mitchell turned to Maxwell Peary, flashing him a big grin.
Maxwell Peary was taken aback. She isn’t angry anymore?
Well, that’s good. Her anger flares quickly and cools just as fast; that’s indeed Nia’s personality.
"The Fish-flavored Eggplant looks good." Maxwell Peary quite liked eggplant, though not many people knew this. Follow current novᴇls on 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭·𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮·𝙣𝙚𝙩
Once Nia Mitchell heard his answer, the smile vanished from her face. She quickly stood up and scraped all the Fish-flavored Eggplant into her own bowl.
Maxwell Peary was taken aback and couldn’t help but chuckle. How could Rabina Mitchell not be angry? Clearly, Rabina Mitchell is furious.
Sitting down, Maxwell Peary picked up his chopsticks and reached for a spare rib. He remembered Nia loved spare ribs; well then, he’d snatch hers too.
When Nia Mitchell saw him reaching for the spare ribs, she immediately used her chopsticks to snatch the very piece he was eyeing.
Maxwell Peary glanced at Nia Mitchell. She’s getting more brazen by the minute.
"Nia Mitchell, I’m telling you..."
"I’m not listening, not listening, not listening..." Nia Mitchell shook her head vehemently, eyes downcast as she shoveled mouthfuls of eggplant and rice.
Seeing her eat with such gusto, Maxwell Peary’s heart softened.
"Slow down. If you’re snatching from me, do you really think I’d fight you for it?"
Maxwell Peary offered Nia Mitchell a glass of water. She glanced at him but didn’t take it. Instead, she ladled herself a bowl of soup and sipped it slowly.
Not at all embarrassed, Maxwell Peary withdrew his hand, picked up his bowl of white rice, and reached for the shrimp.
Nia Mitchell seized the opportunity, her chopsticks darting out to snatch it again.
Finally, Maxwell Peary’s expression darkened, and he looked at Nia Mitchell seriously.
"Are you planning to keep snatching food from me all night?"
Nia Mitchell bit her lip, lifted her chin, and declared boldly, "Yes."
"So, you’re planning to punish me by not letting me eat any dishes tonight?"
Nia Mitchell’s heart skipped a beat. Who would dare punish CEO Peary? That wasn’t her intention at all.
But she had indeed planned to snatch whatever he wanted to eat.
"It’s all because you... you... you..." Nia Mitchell’s voice trailed off. She mumbled for a while, unable to find the right words to condemn Maxwell Peary’s earlier actions.
So she fell silent, put down her bowl, and looked for something to do to ease her awkwardness. She picked up the soup tureen to ladle herself some soup.
Seeing Nia Mitchell put down her bowl, Maxwell Peary smirked. She’s shy, isn’t she? Then I’ll make her even more embarrassed.
So, he reached out and swapped their rice bowls. He picked up the bowl Nia Mitchell had been eating from and began to eat with gusto. This Fish-flavored Eggplant is really good.
Nia Mitchell stared at Maxwell Peary in shock, pointing a finger at him.