Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot

Chapter 905 - 904: Ahem, Men Are Visual Creatures

Nia Mitchell stood awkwardly over there, her smile faltering on her face.What can she do? It seems a bit off with uncle.

Nia Mitchell extended her hands, covering her chest, realizing it was a bit revealing, then quickly spoke up.

"I’ll go change this outfit."

Saying that, she immediately turned around.

Whoa!

Maxwell Peary felt all his blood concentrating on a certain part of his lower body, and he instantly stood up, abruptly grasping the fleeing Nia Mitchell.

"Uncle?"

Nia Mitchell, like a startled little rabbit, stood there with her big, watery black eyes wide open.

She still couldn’t understand why Maxwell Peary appeared here suddenly.

Well, she could only assume Evelyn Peary called him over.

If Evelyn Peary knew she had been wrongly accused by Nia Mitchell, she’d definitely shout out her innocence; she hadn’t done anything.

Uh...

Okay, she just sent a few photos.

Who knew he would come rushing over directly?

"Are you happy?"

Maxwell Peary spoke, raising his eyebrows slightly.

His mind was full of her smooth, satin-like back after she had turned around, her hair tied up, lightly brushing against the nape.

Large areas of skin exposed to the air, truly testing his patience.

"Uh, no, no, let go of me first."

Nia Mitchell felt extremely awkward standing here; does it have to be like this?

The salesperson was still looking over here, and Evelyn Peary was watching too.

So embarrassing.

"Do you like this outfit?"

Suddenly, he lowered his head and whispered in her ear.

The warmth from his breath brushed against her pointed ear, and Nia Mitchell’s face immediately turned bright red, even her small ear tips became pink.

"No... no..."

Too revealing.

Maxwell Peary’s lips curled slightly, maintaining this posture, and spoke again.

"But I like it a lot, what should we do?"

Gulp!

Nia Mitchell gulped abruptly, feeling as if she was being flirted with by her husband, what to do?

Awkwardly stepping back a bit, Nia Mitchell coughed unnaturally.

"I’ll go change clothes now."

She nudged Maxwell Peary, wanting him to let her go.

Maxwell Peary was very obedient this time; hearing her say so, he released his hand.

"Indeed, you should change; this outfit, from now on, just wear it only for me to see."

Nia Mitchell: .......!!!

Pervert!

She shot him an utterly harmless glare, then ran back to the fitting room, feeling a bit clumsy.

"This is the last piece of clothing."

Evelyn Peary raised an eyebrow, the meaning was simple, bro, you’re late, only got this one benefit.

Maxwell Peary didn’t say anything, directly walked to the salesperson, reached out to grab his phone, and opened the chat record with Evelyn Peary.

"This, this, this, this, and this, wrap them up later."

Maxwell Peary spoke confidently, then extended his hand to take out his wallet, pulling out a card.

"Umm... also the one she was wearing just now."

Evelyn Peary: .......

Salesperson: .......

From this moment on, she decided to believe, men are truly visual creatures.

Nia Mitchell, still in the fitting room, had no idea the CEO had already paid for the clothes she decided to never buy.

Walking out from the fitting room, the salesperson immediately went over and started wrapping up the clothes selected.

"Hey? I didn’t intend to buy anything."

Nia Mitchell saw and panicked because the salesperson held that revealing outfit she had on just now.