Er... Nia Mitchell was dumbfounded, feeling completely at a loss.
"Nia..."
Maxwell Peary's husky voice traveled through her ears to her heart, causing Nia Mitchell to shiver.
"Mm..."
"I can't wait any longer."
Before Nia Mitchell could react, Maxwell Peary had already laid her down on the large bed.
Their heavy breathing echoed in her ears. Nia Mitchell's small heart pounded—THUMP, THUMP, THUMP—and her fingertips trembled slightly.
"Be good, don't be afraid."
Maxwell Peary sensed her tension. Perhaps it was because they were in the Office Room; she didn't feel secure.
"Um... Uncle Peary, can we go home and... and... can we?"
Nia Mitchell gazed at Maxwell Peary with her large, glistening eyes, looking especially innocent. They were filled with a desperate hope that he would agree.
Little did she know, this innocent expression of hers was the very fuse to Maxwell Peary's desire.
