Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot

Nia Mitchell felt his heat suffocate her, wanting to escape but unable to.

"Uncle..."

Rabina Mitchell struggled fiercely, twisting continually, hoping to distance herself from him.

Maxwell Peary suddenly felt his entire body tense up, the heat rushing to a certain part of him.

This little rabbit, she’s just...

Doing it on purpose!

Not caring about anything else, he bent down again and kissed her deeply.

...

Hours later, Nia Mitchell slowly opened her eyes, staring at the hotel ceiling, feeling a bit dazed.

She felt her mind was in fragments; how did she end up in the hotel room?

She only remembered being with someone...

Ahem.

Turning her head, she saw Maxwell Peary lying beside her.

He had his eyes closed, sleeping soundly.

Nia Mitchell blinked and watched him cautiously.

The CEO had noticeable dark circles under his eyes; apparently, he hadn’t slept well these past two days.

Just as she was engrossed in looking at the CEO, Maxwell Peary’s eyes suddenly opened.

Nia Mitchell jumped in fright and quickly closed her eyes.

After just two seconds, she slightly furrowed her delicate brows and opened her eyes again.

Why was she acting guilty and closing her eyes? Annoying.

Upon opening her eyes, she encountered the CEO’s amused gaze.

Nia Mitchell felt all sorts of unnatural under his burning gaze, and she immediately sat up.

But...

Neither of them was wearing anything underneath the covers, so...

Her movement exposed both of them.

Ahem.

Seeing the CEO’s gaze growing more intense, Nia Mitchell quickly pulled the blanket up to cover herself.

Meanwhile, she left the CEO uncovered.

Pfft—

Nia Mitchell turned her head away to avoid looking at his elegant physique, her face flushed red.

"I... I’m not looking, you... you hurry and get dressed."

Wishing she could bite her tongue off, she stayed put, not moving an inch.

Seeing her behave like this, Maxwell Peary, despite being upset about the blanket, couldn’t help but feel amused.

Effortlessly, he got out of bed, casually grabbed a towel to wrap around his lower body, then headed to the bathroom.

"I’ll take a shower first."

Maxwell Peary ignored Nia Mitchell’s shyness, lifted her chin, and planted another kiss before heading off.

Once Maxwell Peary entered the bathroom and closed the door, Nia Mitchell finally breathed a sigh of relief.

So annoying!

Though she was complaining inwardly, her face was still filled with smiles.

She reached for her phone beside her and called Fiona Sutton.

"Fiona, where are you now?"

"Of course, I’m in the hotel room, wouldn’t dare to disturb you two burning with passion."

At first, she didn’t catch on, but later, through the two girls’ whispering at the front desk, she finally understood.

The CEO hadn’t seen his wife for three days, hence the longing.

Ahem.

Hearing Fiona say this, Nia Mitchell’s face reddened further.

"We... we didn’t..."

"Didn’t what?"

Fiona Sutton, full of mischief, kept probing, knowing Nia Mitchell’s personality would prevent her from saying it directly.

Sure enough, Nia Mitchell was rendered speechless, opening her mouth after a long pause.

"Fiona, be mindful of your prenatal education; aren’t you afraid it’ll lead your child astray?"

"What’s wrong with that? They’re bound to encounter it sooner or later."

Fiona Sutton seemed entirely unconcerned, treating it as a completely ordinary matter.