Nia Mitchell skipped cheerfully with her clothes and opened the door to the bathroom. Then, she was stunned. What caught her eye was the scene of Maxwell Peary brushing his teeth relentlessly. Maxwell didn’t seem to expect someone to open the bathroom door at this time. He turned his surprised gaze towards the petite woman standing there. Nia went blank. Could someone please tell her why the CEO, who should’ve been buried in paperwork in the study, was here? There must be something wrong with my eyes. She quickly closed her eyes, then reopened them. He’s still here?! She closed them again, then opened them once more. Maxwell finally regained his composure from the initial surprise. Watching Nia’s comedic blinking, he calmly rinsed his mouth. "Are you... batting your eyelashes at me?" Nia’s eyelid twitched. Mr. CEO, is there a problem with your eyes? "Why are you here?" Nia chuckled awkwardly, baffled. Read full story at 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩⚫𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢⚫𝔫𝔢𝔱 Did the butler fool me? But why? "Am I not supposed to be here? Why didn’t you tell me you’re back?" Compared to her, I’m the one who was supposed to be eating out but silently appeared here. That’s far stranger, isn’t it? "I... I... you didn’t ask, so I didn’t say." Nia scrambled for a comeback. "So why are you brushing your teeth before eating?" I’m getting smarter; I know how to change the subject now. See? Now it’s my turn to ask the questions, so you better answer. Maxwell raised an eyebrow. Has this Rabina Mitchell grown smarter? He certainly wouldn’t tell her it was because he had smoked a cigarette, cough, cough. Taking a step forward, he grabbed her into his arms and kissed her flushed lips. Nia’s eyes widened. The cool minty taste lingered between their lips and tongues as she slowly lost strength. Feeling her go limp, Maxwell smirked and tightened his embrace on her slender waist. "Is that explanation enough?" He released her lips, pulling back slightly to create a small distance between them. He lowered his head to gaze at her rosy cheeks as he spoke. Nia’s mind went blank. Explanation? What explanation? Right, I did ask why he was brushing his teeth, and then he just... "I... I’m going to shower. You should step out." Nia attempted to push him away, but he was holding onto her too tightly, and she couldn’t. "Perfect, I need a shower too." Maxwell bent down, his gaze level with hers, looking intently into her bright, captivating eyes. His voice echoed in her ear. The warm, mint-flavored breath from his words brushed against her face. "Let go of me first." Nia struggled fiercely, stomping her feet in frustration, but she couldn’t push him away. After saying this, he increased his strength, lifting her up directly by her bum. "AH! What are you doing?" Nia, alarmed, quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, fearing she might fall. "We can bathe... together." He carried her into the bathroom, casually taking the clothes she clutched in front of her and tossing them to one side. "Maxwell Peary! Put me down! I don’t want to, I don’t want to!" The moment Nia heard this, she began to struggle. She tried to hold onto her clothes tightly, but he tossed them aside. She pounded his chest with her fists. "You have no say in this. Didn’t you return to surprise me?" Couldn’t I see through her little scheme? She’s quite the playful one.