As soon as Nia Mitchell got out of the car, she started to jog, occasionally stopping to turn and make a playful face at Maxwell Peary. "Uncle, hurry up! You’re as slow as a snail." She stuck out her tongue and teased cheekily; every time she saw Maxwell’s resigned face, she couldn’t help but feel happy. Being stern in the Company was one thing, but he was still so cold even after work. It’s more fun to see that facade break! WAHAHA. "Walk slowly, watch your step." Nia Mitchell laughed, turning her head to walk backward cheerfully, her face lit up with a wide grin. "How could I fall on such flat ground? Don’t worry, don’t worry!" Nia Mitchell hopped playfully a couple of times. Watching Maxwell’s expression, she felt giddy with happiness. "You still need to be careful." Maxwell Peary quickened his pace, reached her side, and wrapped an arm around her small waist. "If you fall, you’ll be the one to suffer." His concern also carried a hint of reproach. Nia Mitchell laughed, not taking it seriously at all, but her heart still felt a little warm. Latest content publıshed on 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩~𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢~𝔫𝔢𝔱 She suddenly asked, her eyes sparkling, "Would you let me fall?" Maxwell Peary didn’t find her question pretentious or annoying; he answered her seriously and carefully. The moment Nia Mitchell heard this answer, she broke into a radiant smile. Even if it wasn’t what he truly meant, she wouldn’t mind at all. "Uncle, let’s hurry. I suddenly feel an urgent need to get back to our home." She reached out and squeezed Maxwell Peary’s hand. Hearing her words, Maxwell’s eyes filled with tenderness. To have her in this life is the fortune of three lifetimes. When the two of them returned hand in hand, Butler Jin was watering flowers in the garden by the entrance. Seeing them return, he immediately went to greet them. "Young Master, Young Madam, welcome back." Maxwell Peary never responded to the butler’s greetings. Nia Mitchell, however, was very different. A sweet voice paired with a sweet smile; it was this simple and ordinary woman who had earned the Young Master’s special regard. The more one interacted with her, the more one could sense this captivating quality, this young woman’s distinctiveness. "Butler Jin, are you watering the flowers?" Nia Mitchell ran over curiously, took the watering can from him, and began to water the flowers herself. However, unsure how much water to use, she only poured a little before turning to look at Maxwell Peary. Maxwell Peary enjoyed this dependence from Nia Mitchell. He relished her blind trust in him. Although he was quite versatile, he genuinely didn’t know how to care for flowers, much less how much water they required. "Uncle, is that enough?" When Maxwell Peary remained silent for a long moment, she thought he hadn’t understood the meaning in her eyes. Maxwell Peary gave an unnatural little cough, seeing Nia Mitchell’s hand hadn’t stopped, still watering the flower. "Water a little more." If I say ’that’s about enough,’ wouldn’t that sound too unprofessional? Hmm, better to have her water a bit more. Nia Mitchell nodded. Since Uncle Peary said to water a bit more, she watered a bit more. When Maxwell Peary finally said it was enough, she moved on to water another flower. The flowers here are all so beautiful! I’ve never even seen some of these varieties before. Maxwell Peary, seeing she had lingered outside for so long, urged, "Alright, let’s go back inside." "Race you to the house!" Nia Mitchell, her playful spirit suddenly ignited, tossed out the challenge and darted into the house. She swiftly kicked off her shoes, slipped into her slippers, and then PITTER-PATTER, ran towards the Bedroom.