Nia Mitchell's pupils instantly widened. Oh no, this is serious, the CEO is really angry.
"Let's talk it out, don't start anything."
Nia Mitchell stared at his hands, feeling a bit flustered, and immediately sat up from the bed.
Oh no, oh no, she felt like soon she would again...
No way, she's so tired.
"Uncle, let's talk it out."
Nia Mitchell disorderly lunged forward, reaching out to grab his hands, stopping his next move.
With strong force, she successfully prevented someone from continuing to unbutton.
But at this moment, she forgot how close she was to someone.
Oh crap!
Nia Mitchell looked at her hands being grabbed in return, with a face full of tears and no escape.
"Uncle..."
Could she admit her mistake now?
"Hm?"
Maxwell Peary raised his eyebrow good-naturedly and pushed her onto the big bed, successfully pinning her down.
"Uncle, let's talk it out."
Nia Mitchell's watery eyes sparkled brightly, open wide.
However, it couldn't stop someone's next action.
