Maxwell Peary discreetly arched an eyebrow, the hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth gradually fading. People say, "Go three days without discipline, and they’ll tear the roof off." He’d just disciplined her this morning, and by afternoon, she was already raising hell. Seeing Maxwell’s expression darken, Nia Mitchell immediately and obediently apologized. As expected, once she finished speaking, Maxwell’s expression improved somewhat. But what to do with all the food on this table? She wondered if Uncle Peary had eaten while she was asleep. "Good, as long as you understand." Teachable, this one, Maxwell thought, patting her small head. "Eat up quickly." Look at the way she’s eating, as if she’s been starved for three days and nights. Nia enjoyed her meal heartily, but her small eyes kept peeking at Maxwell. Her saliva has sprayed all over these dishes; what will he do? Maxwell simply picked up his chopsticks and ate as if nothing at all had happened. He... he’s actually eating her saliva! Even though he’d seemed so disgusted just moments before. It seemed Nia had completely forgotten this time. What was a little saliva? They had exchanged saliva in far more intimate ways before. The late lunch ended in silence. Nia was completely stuffed and lay satisfied on the large bed, patting her round little belly. "Uncle, I ate so much my little belly is sticking out now." For more chapters visıt 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝✶𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮✶𝓷𝓮𝓽 Nia, as if she’d discovered a new continent, was suddenly startled. She leaped up from the bed and stood straight. Looking down, her little belly was still there. I want to be a foodie who never gets fat! But reality is so cruel!!! Maxwell threw the bento box into the Office Room’s trash can. He had just opened the Waiting Room door when he heard Nia’s loud shout. She was pouting, ruefully patting her little belly, looking so pitiful it made one want to coddle her. I only ate a tiny bit more than usual, so why would I get fat? Maxwell walked over and also patted her little belly. Hmm, so soft... and it feels nice, he thought. Ahem. My thoughts are straying. "A little chubby is good. It shows I’m taking good care of you." Keeping my wife well-fed and a little chubby, that’s a man’s pride. Nia glared at Maxwell. What’s so good about being fat? If I’m fat, I won’t be able to wear beautiful clothes, and I’ll look ugly! "Didn’t they say you can’t get fat from one meal? They’re all liars..." Who said the ancients never deceived people? The ancients are clearly picking on me! "Alright, alright, they’re all liars. As long as I don’t lie to you, that’s all that matters." Maxwell quickly came over to comfort his delicate little wife, afraid that she would go on some diet to maintain her figure, which would be a disaster. "AHEM!" Maxwell cut Nia off mid-sentence. Just as he feared. "I’ll take you out for something delicious tonight." Nia’s expression darkened. Right, I see it now. Losing weight is hopeless. "I want to eat something light..." Nia listed a whole basketful of demands, and Maxwell agreed to every one. Agreeing to whatever she says now is no problem. But what we’ll actually eat tonight... that’s a matter for tonight, Maxwell mused. Considering his interactions with her over the past few days, it’s abundantly clear that Rabina Mitchell is a foodie. I don’t believe that when dish after dish of her favorite food is served tonight, she’ll be able to resist. It had to be said, this move Maxwell had planned was simply brilliant; it was a surefire way to deal with a foodie. But could Maxwell’s idea really come to fruition? Could this unpredictable Rabina Mitchell truly be controlled by him? Heh. Highly doubtful!