Chapter 1368 - 1367: Rabina Mitchell Transforms into the Butler
"Controlling me?"
Maxwell Peary couldn’t help but speak up.
Nia Mitchell felt embarrassed, her face turning red, feeling a bit unnatural.
It seems like men don’t like women controlling them, telling them not to do this or that.
Thinking about this, she was at a loss for how to respond.
"Uncle, I... I’m actually not..."
It’s not controlling, just a bit of concern.
𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎
"I like you controlling me."
Maxwell suddenly leaned in, whispering softly in her ear.
Bang!
Nia’s face turned bright red, sitting there awkwardly without knowing what to do.
How could Maxwell say such things?
This is too...
And in this setting.
Andrew Davidson saw them sitting so close and noted Nia’s flushed face.
Instantly very curious, wondering what the normally reserved CEO could have said to make Nia show such an expression?
But...
No matter how curious he was, he couldn’t find out!
The boss wouldn’t say anything.
"You’re annoying."
Nia pushed the CEO away, then sat properly to the side.
Maxwell didn’t take her little tantrum seriously, sipping wine and looking at Andrew.
"Buddy."
Just two words, no need for more.
Although, to outsiders, Maxwell Peary was respectfully referred to as Young Master Peary, and seemed like a boss to his entourage,
that wasn’t actually the case.
In fact, there was more of a brotherly bond between them.
If Maxwell Peary wasn’t around, they could still live excellently.
Their backgrounds were not inferior to anyone else’s.
......
Annie Davidson stumbled into the restroom with Owen Lewis’s support, vomiting profusely.
The restroom on the top floor ensured privacy, so Owen followed her inside.
After vomiting, Annie’s stomach felt a bit better.
But her complexion looked even worse.
Owen Lewis observed her, reaching out to smooth her hair.
"Look at what you’ve done to yourself, nothing like you once were."
Annie shouldn’t be like this; she used to be full of life.
But now, she seemed like a dried-up well, with no vitality.
"What I am is none of your concern."
Annie ignored him and slowly stood up.
"Take it slow."
Owen reached out to steady her.
She had lost a lot of weight; he could feel it when supporting her.
A moment’s carelessness revealed bruises under her cuff.
The bruises had faded, turning dark.
They looked alarming.
He dared not think how many more injuries lie on Annie’s body,
nor dared to imagine how many hits she’d endured for her internal organs to sustain injuries and resulted in such a long hospital stay.
This version of Annie was especially hard for him to disregard.
"Look at you, since you’re a patient, you should properly take care of your body. This isn’t good."
Seeing her pale face, how could he not feel compassion?
"I’m fine now; these wounds have healed, so you don’t need to worry."
But it seemed he never worried at all.
This matter was too disheartening for her to even contemplate.
"Moreover, my injuries have nothing to do with you. This beating led to my break from the Davidson Family, which I think was worthwhile."
If not for these scars all over, facing Grandpa Davidson, she would undoubtedly relent.
But now she wouldn’t; just thinking about her current misery, everything vanishes.