novelraw Chapter 332 - 331: Don’t Bother Me Tonight
Chapter 332 - 331: Don’t Bother Me Tonight
Maxwell Peary’s lips curved slightly as he reached out to smooth her black, glossy hair."I have a property. It’s a bit far, but very peaceful. However, if you need to commute to work, you might need to get up a bit earlier."
Nia Mitchell, lying there, blinked, her hair ticklish where he touched it.
She reached out and slapped his hand away, her sharp gaze halting his movements.
"Then I’ll just wake up a bit earlier. You just need to call me a bit earlier in the morning."
Nia spoke nonchalantly, reaching into the plate she held to grab a strawberry and toss it into her mouth.
"Alright, I’ll wake you up then. Don’t be difficult."
Maxwell couldn’t help but chuckle, imagining the scene of waking her up every morning.
"I... I’m not being difficult!"
Nia’s face instantly reddened. Lying there, she dangled her little feet and began to shake her head playfully.
"Don’t fidget."
Maxwell frowned, chiding her in a low voice.
Her long, black, silky hair brushed against his thigh, tickling him and making his heart stir.
Looking down, he could see her slightly flushed face. As he watched her mouth continuously chewing, he found himself swallowing unconsciously.
"Anyway, I used to always wake up early. As long as... as long as... well, as long as you don’t bother me at night, I... I can get up."
Nia’s face turned beet red. Lying there, she began to feel awkward and hesitated, wanting to sit up.
As she struggled to sit up, reaching out a hand, Maxwell bent at the waist and lowered his head.
Their lips met. Maxwell held her small head, deepening the kiss.
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However, Nia, the one in this situation, was in extreme discomfort. She had been trying to sit up, so her upper body was suspended, supported only by her hands.
A sense of suffocation washed over her. Nia wanted to stop the CEO’s actions, but her hands were occupied supporting her body.
All she could do was widen her eyes and glare angrily at Maxwell.
After a long moment, Maxwell reluctantly released her, a faint smile playing on his lips. Knowing her position was strenuous, he scooped her up and settled her onto his lap.
"Alright... I’ll make sure Mrs. Peary can get out of bed tomorrow morning."
His eyes danced with mirth, and his words made Nia reflexively pound his chest.
"What? You don’t want to?"
Maxwell deliberately misinterpreted her actions, nodding as if he understood perfectly.
"I understand what you mean. I’ll continue to work hard to satisfy you tonight. If you can’t get up in the morning, then you can’t get up. How about you only work afternoons from now on?"
Maxwell suggested it casually, yet he found himself increasingly pleased with his own proposal.
Nia shot him a withering glance. Was this even the same Uncle Peary she first met?
"What on earth are you saying?"
Nia exploded, struggling to get off Maxwell’s lap and glaring furiously at him.
"Hmph! I’m leaving. You can work here by yourself."
Nia pouted, reached out to take the last strawberry from the plate, and popped it into her mouth.
"Leave the cherries. I want to eat them in the car on the way home tonight."
Nia, about to leave, paused. She looked at the cherries remaining on the coffee table and, after a moment’s hesitation, still voiced her request.
Alright, alright, she just loved eating these things. She couldn’t possibly give them up.
"Nia Mitchell."
The vein on Maxwell Peary’s temple throbbed. Damn this Rabina Mitchell! Was she telling him he was less important than those cherries?