With every sentence spoken, Maxwell Peary's face grew darker.
Ah sh*t!
Maxwell Peary lost his temper!
This damn little Rabina Mitchell was definitely doing this on purpose, teasing him here like this.
And calling him 'Maxwell Peary'?
He must let her know what she should actually call him.
Thinking this, Maxwell Peary stood up, ready to act.
"Husband! I'm calling you husband!"
Nia Mitchell sensed something was off with the CEO and immediately changed her tone, shouting loudly.
How scary, just now Maxwell Peary looked like he was getting ready to devour her.
How could her little frame endure that?
So!
People must be self-aware.
Indeed, after her words, Maxwell Peary's expression improved a lot.
Actually, it didn't just improve.
The CEO was almost ecstatic, feeling as if he was on cloud nine, unsure whether it was night or day.
Nia Mitchell: ......
"Wife!"
Maxwell Peary sat down again, reaching out to pull her into his embrace.
"Wait until..."
"Hey hey hey!"
