Nia Mitchell opened her eyes early. She had evaded Maxwell Peary’s torments through tears and tantrums the night before, so she was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed this morning. Today was a black Sunday because... her mother-in-law was coming! Just thinking about it made Nia wish she could knock herself out with a stick. She turned to look at Maxwell, who was still fast asleep, holding her tightly in his arms. His eyelashes were very long, so much so that she was tempted to poke them. Maxwell, in his slumber, lost all his dominance and solemnity, appearing much softer. His lips that were often pursed tight were now slightly loose, and his eyebrows that were always slightly knitted relaxed too. His usually neat hair was now disheveled. He looked just like a man in his early twenties. Who could tell that he was already twenty-nine? Having such a "Sleeping Beauty" next to her, Nia started playing around, poking Maxwell’s cheek, nose, and lips relentlessly. Nia was startled. Her finger had been poking his lips, but his, which were initially closed, suddenly opened. The next thing she knew, she couldn’t see her little finger. "Ah, Maxwell, are you a dog or something? Let go." Nia tried to pull back her finger, only to realize that it was being held between his teeth. Although it didn’t hurt, she couldn’t get her finger back. A hint of amusement crossed Maxwell’s eyes, but he didn’t release her as she wished. "Um, Maxwell, can you please let go? I promise I’ve learned my lesson." She pleaded softly, sitting up on the bed. Seeing her almost crying, Maxwell finally let go. Nia quickly hid her hand behind her back, the red flush evident on her face. "I’m going to brush my teeth and wash my face." Nia jumped out of the bed swiftly, barefoot and ran into the bathroom. The CEO’s expression just now was terrifying, as if he was going to devour her alive. Maxwell opened the bathroom door, looking at Nia sitting on the toilet with wide eyes and a gaping mouth. "Why aren’t you wearing any shoes?" With her slippers in his hand, he walked over and slowly knelt down to put them on her. Nia looked thoroughly exasperated, her mouth twitching. Newest update provıded by 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡⚫𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢⚫𝘯𝘦𝘵 Looking down at her pants, half-slipped down her thighs, she futilely tried to cover the exposed skin. "You even have a spare key to the bathroom!" Maxwell turned around, squeezing toothpaste onto his toothbrush, ready to brush his teeth. "Aren’t you done yet?" As he said that, Maxwell put his toothbrush in his mouth and turned to look at Nia, still sitting on the toilet. Nia was utterly dumbfounded. If you could still ’go’ with someone watching, that would be commendable indeed. But she wasn’t that brave. "Could you step out, please?" Maxwell nonchalantly continued brushing his teeth. Nia wanted to scream up to the heavens, wishing she could literally slap him out of the bathroom. "Are you shy?" Maxwell rinsed his mouth and turned on the faucet to wash his face. "I’ve seen every inch of you. What’s there to be shy about?" He looked puzzled, calmly reaching for the washcloth. "Leave as soon as you’re done!" Nia, sitting on the toilet bowl with a dark expression, yelled through gritted teeth.