Maxwell Peary shook his head helplessly. He took off her shoes and socks and covered her with a blanket.
"Annoying!"
Nia Mitchell suddenly yelled, kicking the blanket away.
Maxwell's handsome face gradually darkened as he looked at Nia's reckless sleeping posture.
Damn it, this was unbearable.
Maxwell forcefully lunged at Nia, immediately covering her cherry-red lips with his own.
"Mmph..."
In her sleep, Nia felt as if she were drowning. It was so uncomfortable, like she had no oxygen. She felt like she was about to die.
SWOOSH!
She opened her large eyes, and what met her gaze was an enlarged handsome face... well... part of it.
Oh crap, she wasn't drowning! Clearly, the CEO was launching a sneak attack!
Nia forcefully pushed the CEO away.
HUFF! HUFF!
Having air felt so good.
Nia took several deep breaths, her eyes burning with anger. She sat up and glared at the expressionless CEO.
"You've gone too far!"
