A rare smile touched Maxwell Peary’s eyes as he watched her frightened little expression, feeling quite helpless. "If you’re afraid, close your eyes." Maxwell Peary approached with an alcohol swab in one hand and a syringe in the other. Nia Mitchell shook her head vehemently. Closing her eyes would only make her more afraid. Without sight, her other senses would become even more sensitive. Her voice was soft and pleading, sounding exceptionally pitiful. Maxwell Peary sighed inwardly, ignored her, and went straight to her bedside. "Whatever you’ve got to say, wait until after you get your fever shot." Nia Mitchell pouted. There would be no need to say anything after the shot. Seeing her stammer, unable to form a complete sentence, Maxwell Peary reached over and gently laid her prone on his lap. Nia Mitchell frantically tried to struggle up, but she was no match for the CEO’s strength, so she could only lie there obediently. Maxwell Peary ignored her, pulled down her pants swiftly, wiped the area with the alcohol swab, and then... He inserted the needle! Nia Mitchell’s small hands tightly gripped the blanket, tears welled in her eyes, threatening to overflow and blurring her vision. Maxwell Peary slowly depressed the plunger, administering the medicine. Although finishing quickly could relieve Nia Mitchell sooner, injecting too fast might cause her more pain. Time seemed to freeze. After the initial sting when the needle went in, Nia Mitchell didn’t feel much else. Nia Mitchell blinked her large, watery eyes, and the accumulated tears streamed down her cheeks. Yet, there wasn’t a hint of pain on her face. "There’s a little bit left." As Maxwell Peary spoke, Nia Mitchell nodded and obediently continued to lie prone. Finally, Maxwell Peary deftly removed the needle, pressing an alcohol swab against her little bottom. As she spoke, Nia Mitchell started to struggle up. Maxwell Peary didn’t stop her, instead adjusting her position so she was sitting on his lap, her entire body nestled in his embrace. His hand... hmm, was still pressing the alcohol swab there. "I... I can do it myself." Nia Mitchell hadn’t felt embarrassed before, but this position made her feel incredibly awkward, and her face turned an even deeper shade of red. Nia Mitchell was taken aback. So, was Uncle Peary indirectly saying her arms were short? She pouted silently in protest. Seeing Nia Mitchell was thinly clad and had just emerged from the warmth of the bed, Maxwell Peary worried she might get chilled again. He reached out and pulled the blanket over her, wrapping it tightly around her. Nia Mitchell reached out with both hands to wrap around his firm waist, her entire body clinging to him. "Uncle, are you tired?" Only now did she notice the fatigue in Maxwell Peary’s eyes and the dark circles beneath them. He tossed the cotton swab into the trash can, deftly helped her put on her panties, and then placed her back on the bed. "I’ll go get your medicine." Maxwell Peary, seeing her still clinging tightly to him, felt he had to explain. Only after hearing his explanation did Nia Mitchell release her hold. She lay obediently in bed, her eyes following the CEO as he bustled back and forth. She watched him carefully pour a cup of water and then patiently let it cool, only bringing it over when the temperature was just right. "Take your medicine and sleep some more. When you wake up, you’ll be better." Nia Mitchell nodded and sat up to take her medicine. "Hmm?" Latest content publıshed on 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩·𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢·𝔫𝔢𝔱 "If one day, I get sent to a far, far away place, would you come find me?"