Maxwell Peary chuckled, patting her small head and shaking his own. "No, that supermarket is closer. Driving there saves time and fuel." Maxwell Peary frowned and rejected Nia Mitchell’s suggestion, insisting on going to the supermarket they had visited before. Nia immediately objected, her small face etched with dismay as she stopped in her tracks. "I don’t want to go." Just the thought of the CEO buying so many condoms there last time made her face burn. She felt that place had scarred her for life and vowed never to return to that supermarket. "Uncle, can we go to a different supermarket? Please?" She looked at him expectantly, hoping the CEO would agree. Nia was on the verge of tears. It felt like they were right back where they started a few minutes ago. She had just asked to buy snacks, and the CEO had also refused repeatedly. "Uncle, are you going bankrupt? To think you’d even start skimping on gas money!" Nia gritted her teeth, speaking with some exasperation. For someone like Maxwell Peary to even mention saving gas money was simply too much. She’d have to be an idiot to believe him. Hearing her accusation, Maxwell Peary’s lips slowly curved into a smile. "Nia Mitchell, you’re not going just because I bought a few condoms there once?" He opened the car door and began to tease her. Nia’s small face reddened at Maxwell Peary’s words. "Th-that’s not it! I just... I just don’t like that supermarket." Nia stammered her rebuttal, but her ever-reddening cheeks betrayed her. Maxwell Peary chuckled. "If it’s not because of that, then good. I was planning to buy some more condoms this time anyway." He started the car. Nia, startled, immediately turned to look at Maxwell Peary. "There are still so many at home! Why do you need to buy more when you haven’t even used up the ones we have?" What the hell! This wasn’t about being wasteful! It was... how could he... how could he... Oh, she didn’t know what to say! Nia sat pouting in the passenger seat, her small hands gripping her purse tightly. "Tell me, after using them for the past few days, which type do you prefer?" Maxwell Peary raised an eyebrow, glancing at Nia Mitchell, his tone light and teasing. "I... I don’t like any of them." She bit her lip, not knowing how to answer such an absurd question. Maxwell Peary chuckled. Was her cute reaction because she felt cornered? "Is that so? I thought you preferred the ribbed one. Weren’t you moaning quite loudly when we used it that time?" Maxwell Peary discussed such matters so casually, as if it were nothing. Nia wished she could rush over and cover his mouth. How could he say such things out loud! She truly didn’t know what to say. "Could it be that you didn’t? Or perhaps you prefer the ultra-thin type?" He continued, completely ignoring Nia Mitchell’s small, flushed, and ashamed expression. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭⟡𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦⟡𝘯𝘦𝘵 Nia Mitchell finally couldn’t bear it anymore and shouted to stop him. Maxwell Peary closed his mouth as she wished, but he still glanced at her from time to time. "Then tell me, which type do you like?" Nia Mitchell, flushed and fuming, bit her lip and refused to speak. The atmosphere in the car instantly changed. The previous ambiguity was gone, and the temperature was no longer rising. It was just too quiet, so quiet that it made her feel even more like she was sitting on pins and needles. Because of what Maxwell Peary had just said, her mind was now filled with scenes of them using condoms. It was simply... Ah! My face must be even redder now!