Chapter 1389 - 1388: Mood Swings Too Fast
Frederick Goldsmith was taken aback, clearly not expecting Nia Mitchell to be persuaded so easily.
After all, strawberries were her favorite.
"Alright."
After taking away the strawberries, Frederick continued to marvel.
It seemed that ever since she had taken a tumble, Mrs. Peary had changed a lot, treating the Young Master much better.
And she was also very obedient to him.
It seems like Mrs. Peary is becoming more and more mature.
A certain mature little Rabina Mitchell was lying on the sofa, reading a magazine whose cover featured the emerging star Juliet Anderson.
Who would’ve thought Juliet Anderson was actually quite good, at least she looked decent on this.
But according to Logan, her character is lacking, always using Ethan Martinez for fame.
The last incident was already a good proof of that.
But Nia Mitchell wasn’t sure if there were any misunderstandings involved.
Maxwell Peary happened to return at this moment, seeing Nia Mitchell lying there reading a magazine, he couldn’t resist saying something.
"Don’t lie down to read magazines or use your phone, they’re bad for your eyes, you know?"
Upon hearing the CEO’s voice, Nia Mitchell immediately put down the magazine and ran over.
"Uncle, you’re back."
Seeing Maxwell Peary sitting there changing his shoes, she immediately leaned over and gave him a peck on the lips.
"Didn’t eat too many strawberries, huh?"
Maxwell Peary looked at her with a smile, his lips full of the sweet aroma of strawberries.
Hearing the CEO say this, Nia Mitchell awkwardly laughed.
"Wasn’t it you who told me to eat some fruit while waiting for you?"
Nia Mitchell had a righteous look on her face, it wasn’t like she was being disobedient.
"Made sense, right? Huh?"
He reached out and pinched her rosy little cheeks, but in his mind was Yancy Hastings’ remark.
Him... old?
Ahem!
Looking up at Nia Mitchell’s youthful face, with various expressions on it, exuding vitality, exuding youth.
"I didn’t eat too much, Butler Goldsmith told me not to eat more and I stopped."
At this moment, Butler Goldsmith happened to walk over, hearing what Nia Mitchell said, he couldn’t help but speak up.
"Mrs. Peary really was like that today."
Hearing Frederick say this, Maxwell Peary was quite surprised.
"So good today?"
His eyes were full of smiles, as he moved over and swiftly lifted her up by the waist.
"Come on, let’s go have dinner."
Nia Mitchell laughed and reached out to wrap her arms around the CEO’s neck, as the two headed together to the Dining Hall.
......
After a delightful dinner, the atmosphere suddenly changed.
"Nia Mitchell!"
CEO Peary stood outside the Main Bedroom door, knocking on it forcefully twice.
"Not opening!"
Inside the Bedroom, Nia Mitchell stood with her back tightly against the door.
"Open the door!"
Maxwell Peary’s face was dark; what was going on?
"I’m not opening it, you’re sleeping in the study tonight, hmph!"
Nia Mitchell pouted unhappily, leaning there looking at her feet.
"Don’t be ridiculous."
Maxwell Peary repeated tiredly, but...
If this got out, Maxwell Peary would be laughed at in no time, wouldn’t he?
Who would have thought, the awe-inspiring, decisive, and commanding Young Master Peary of Capital Town.
Couldn’t even get into the Bedroom at home.
Pfft.
Little Nia Mitchell, enough is enough.
If you don’t want to open the door, plenty of girls would gladly do it, alright?
"I told you this morning, you’re sleeping in the study."
Nia Mitchell pouted; though she said this, her face was full of smiles.
But thinking about how the CEO hasn’t been moderate these past few days, staying up every night...
She was starting to find it a bit unbearable.