Hmm...
Nia Mitchell's face was flushed, sitting there with a shy expression.
Maxwell Peary didn't let go of her, his right hand firmly placed at the back of her head, gently parting her lips.
"Uncle..."
Nia Mitchell, with a red face, finally managed to push Maxwell Peary away.
"I still have to go eat later."
She felt so uncomfortable in her current state.
If there were any marks at that time, others would definitely misunderstand.
Seeing Nia Mitchell's awkward demeanor, a hint of a smile flashed in Maxwell Peary's eyes, and he sat there without making any more moves.
"I'll take you there."
He tried to calm the rising flame in him, sitting there tidying his clothes.
He restarted the car and left the place.
Nia Mitchell sat in the passenger seat, keeping her head down, staring intently at her fingers.
So awkward.
Her face was still flushed, and she had no idea how to face all this.
How could the CEO just...whenever and wherever...
Ah!
So embarrassing.
