The moment Maxwell Peary heard the door open and saw it was Nia, the ice in his eyes instantly melted, replaced by a silent, doting affection. "Mrs. Peary, pleased with what you’re seeing?" Maxwell Peary deliberately paused while dressing, standing there bare-chested. Nia Mitchell awkwardly averted her gaze, lifting the coffee cup to her lips to hide her nervousness. This was Nia Mitchell’s definition of Maxwell Peary. Who else would strip naked during office hours if not an exhibitionist? Maxwell Peary’s lips curved as he approached Nia Mitchell, reaching out to lift her lowered head. "If you keep looking down, you’ll dunk your head in the coffee cup. Besides, if you’re drinking this coffee, what am I supposed to have?" Nia Mitchell winced. She had assumed he wasn’t in the office, which was why she’d drunk the coffee. Not only had she barged into his waiting room and seen him naked, but she’d also drunk the coffee he had specifically requested! "Well... I can make another cup for you, if you’re going to be so petty." Nia Mitchell was resolute. She absolutely wouldn’t admit she was wrong; a cup of coffee wasn’t a big deal. Maxwell Peary watched her fumbling attempts to cover her mistake, an amused glint in his eyes. "Mrs. Peary, Mr. Peary’s waiting room is fully equipped. Would you like to...?" He gestured towards the large bed in the distance, identical to the one in their bedroom at the Royal Bay Villa. Nia Mitchell’s face flushed red, and she pushed Maxwell Peary’s errant hand away. "CEO Peary should focus on his work. That’s how he can provide for the family." Maxwell Peary chuckled, leaning down to give her a light peck on the lips—soft, fragrant, and tasting of coffee. "Since I’ve already undressed, how about some ’exercise’?" Nia Mitchell thrust the coffee cup into his hands and fled the waiting room. Maxwell Peary is terrifying! He’s just too terrifying! If she hadn’t run quickly, he might have actually pinned her to the bed. Pah, pah, pah! What a lecher, a total rogue! The heat on Nia Mitchell’s cheeks hadn’t even subsided when Maxwell Peary emerged from the waiting room. He was impeccably dressed, all traces of his earlier rakish demeanor gone. Maxwell Peary, coffee cup in hand, sat on the sofa and took a small sip. Hmm, what did Nia Mitchell put in this black coffee? Poison? "That’s *your* coffee!" Nia Mitchell cut Maxwell Peary off, grinning so widely her eyes almost disappeared. "Ahem, I mean, what on earth did you put in this coffee?" Nia Mitchell pouted, silently complaining to herself endlessly. Maxwell Peary frowned. She stated it so matter-of-factly. He glanced at the cup in his hand. Apparently, this was another of Rabina Mitchell’s peculiar tastes. Latest content publıshed on 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚•𝙣𝙚𝙩 He lifted it, preparing to take another small sip, when Nia Mitchell rushed to his side, pressing her hand over the coffee cup. Maxwell Peary looked up. What is she doing now? "Um... CEO Peary, you manage countless affairs daily. This coffee has gotten a bit cold. It’s best if I get you a fresh cup." She offered a professional smile; how could she have forgotten she’d already drunk from this cup? Surely the great CEO would mind drinking after someone else? "No need to trouble yourself." Maxwell Peary refused and made to drink again, but Nia Mitchell clung tightly to the coffee cup. Maxwell Peary was annoyed. What is she up to now? "Let’s just get a new cup. I’ll brew another one for you; it’ll be very quick." It really will be quick, so please just give it to me. Nia Mitchell put on an expression that screamed, ’If you don’t give it to me, I’ll cry for you to see,’ blinking her eyes at Maxwell Peary.