Maxwell Peary cradled her in his arms, deftly turning on the bathtub faucet. Steaming hot water surged into the bathtub. Upon seeing this, Nia Mitchell became even more anxious. "Uncle, didn’t you say you hadn’t eaten yet? If you take a bath on an empty stomach, you’ll get dizzy." After she finished speaking, her eyes widened as she looked at him with hopeful anticipation. As for what she was hoping for, it certainly wasn’t what was going on in the CEO’s mind. Seeing the bright sparkle in her eyes, Maxwell couldn’t help but laugh. He leaned in and gave her another sweet kiss. "The scent of you makes me hungry." He leaned closer, inhaling deeply near her fragrant neck. All he could smell was the lingering aroma of food on her. What’s this spicy smell? Doesn’t she hate spicy food? Nia flushed slightly, squirming uncomfortably. "You go eat quickly. I’m going to take a bath." Nia pouted, feeling very ill at ease. Official source ıs 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡✶𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚✶𝙣𝙚𝙩 Maxwell gently set her down, affectionately stroking her small head. "I’ll go take a shower in the guest room and join you for dinner later." Nia had initially wanted to tell him directly that she’d already eaten and wasn’t hungry in the slightest. However, she feared that the more she spoke, the more likely things would change. What if he changed his mind and wanted to do... well, *that* again? Nia obediently nodded. Maxwell didn’t press the issue, instead leaning in to steal another kiss before turning to leave. Watching Maxwell leave, Nia quickly ran to close and lock the door. She patted her flushed cheeks. PHEW! That was a close call. The CEO was becoming more terrifying by the minute, ready to transform into a wolf at any moment. By the time Nia finished her bath, forty minutes had passed. The CEO was already waiting for her in the Living Room downstairs. Casually toweling her damp hair, Nia jogged downstairs. Maxwell heard her footsteps and looked up. There was Rabina Mitchell, hopping about like an actual rabbit. Nia pouted, slowed her pace, and walked over to Maxwell. "Butler, what delicious dishes did you make today?" Spotting the butler nearby, Nia flashed him a wide smile. "Didn’t you eat enough outside?" Maxwell stood up and turned to look at Nia. His Rabina Mitchell went out to meet Charles Northwood, and that kid didn’t even feed her properly? Outrageous! "Madam, today’s dishes are..." "Enough, you don’t need to tell her." Maxwell impatiently cut the butler off. Reciting that long list of dishes would take ages. The butler was sweating profusely; he could almost feel a large bead of perspiration dripping down his forehead. So, Mr. Peary, Mrs. Peary, what on earth do you expect this old man to do? Nia pouted. Fine, if he won’t tell me, he won’t tell me. HMPH! "Let’s go," Maxwell said, extending his hand. Little did he know that as soon as Nia heard those two words, she had already darted towards the Dining Hall. In the Living Room, Maxwell remained standing stiffly, his hand still extended. This confounded Rabina Mitchell! He swore he would break her of this impetuous, restless habit. Maxwell frustratedly retracted his hand, fuming internally. Then he noticed the butler watching him, the corner of the butler’s eye twitching. What are you looking at? Haven’t you ever seen this young master suffer a setback before? "Uncle, why aren’t you coming over yet? Today’s meal is so sumptuous! There are even strawberries." From the Dining Hall, Rabina Mitchell’s call echoed. Maxwell paused mid-stride. Strawberries as a dish? Those are clearly dessert served after a meal. But as her soft, sweet voice echoed in his ears, an unconscious smile touched his lips.