novelraw Chapter 889 - 888: Uncle Peary Is Like a Dog
Chapter 889 - 888: Uncle Peary Is Like a Dog
Nia Mitchell’s pupils instantly widened. Oh no, this is serious, the CEO is really angry."Let’s talk it out, don’t start anything."
Nia Mitchell stared at his hands, feeling a bit flustered, and immediately sat up from the bed.
Oh no, oh no, she felt like soon she would again...
No way, she’s so tired.
"Uncle, let’s talk it out."
Nia Mitchell disorderly lunged forward, reaching out to grab his hands, stopping his next move.
With strong force, she successfully prevented someone from continuing to unbutton.
But at this moment, she forgot how close she was to someone.
Oh crap!
Nia Mitchell looked at her hands being grabbed in return, with a face full of tears and no escape.
"Uncle..."
Could she admit her mistake now?
"Hm?"
Maxwell Peary raised his eyebrow good-naturedly and pushed her onto the big bed, successfully pinning her down.
"Uncle, let’s talk it out."
Nia Mitchell’s watery eyes sparkled brightly, open wide.
However, it couldn’t stop someone’s next action.
"No more talking, let’s just do."
After saying this, he directly blocked her rosy lips.
So much talking, what’s there to talk about, really?
......
It was a night of intimacy, the next day, Nia Mitchell pouted, lying still on the bed with her eyes open.
Beside her, there was already no warmth. She had tentatively called out twice just now, but there was no response from the CEO.
The whole hotel was silent, she was alone, even her breathing felt particularly lonely.
Ugh!
What’s more frustrating than waking up alone, aching all over, with not a soul besides herself?
Her mood now is truly awful, seemingly about to directly...
Give someone a beating.
But the thought is beautiful; setting aside the fact that she doesn’t dare hit him, even if she dared, she didn’t have any strength left now.
She didn’t even want to move, just lying there, her stomach grumbling.
So hungry!
Uncle is annoying, how come he’s not in the hotel?
"Uncle, your wife is going to starve to death."
Nia Mitchell muttered as she lay on the bed, eventually unable to withstand the hunger and cautiously got up.
Ugh—
Her waist hurts.
Her whole body is uncomfortable.
Looking down, she saw the marks on her chest. No need to guess, she knew how excessive the CEO was last night.
So forceful.
Her legs were a bit weak as Nia Mitchell staggered into the bathroom.
In the mirror, her cheeks were still flushed, her neck covered in kiss marks.
Oh crap!
Is he a dog?
She didn’t bring any high-neck clothing unpacked for this trip; how was she supposed to go out with a neck full of these marks?
Nia Mitchell was full of anger, pouting as she forcefully fanned herself with her hand to try cooling down.
How can she go downstairs to eat now?
Her reputation is ruined.
Nia Mitchell gave up, tidied up, dressed, and lay back on the big bed, reaching for the phone to call Maxwell Peary.
"Beep beep beep beep beep..."
Maxwell Peary’s phone distinctive ringtone came up, right by her ear.
Nia Mitchell’s mouth twitched as she reached out and pulled over the pillow, seeing the CEO’s phone lying there, vibrating and ringing cheerfully.
He didn’t take his phone with him.
Ha!
Nia Mitchell was full of frustration, her mouth twitching.
Even heaven doesn’t help her; ever since meeting Maxwell Peary, only bad things have happened.
She must be hexed.