Every time, without fail, no matter how intense it gets, he uses protection.
Sometimes she forgets; she doesn't know how he always remembers.
So, when will there be a little baby?
"Be good."
She's still just a child, he doesn't want her to endure the hardship of childbearing too soon.
"Right now, I'm only spoiling you, isn't that better?"
Maxwell Peary smiled and ran his fingers through Nia Mitchell's jet-black hair.
Nia Mitchell lay there, blinking her eyes.
Why does everything seem so wonderful when he talks about it?
Saying it like that, it really sounds too good.
Maxwell Peary spoils her alone, no one else can share this love.
"It's really nice."
Nia Mitchell was persuaded, eager, and her face gradually lit up with a smile.
She looked just like a kid, which left Maxwell a bit speechless.
"But you should give a precise time. Tell me, when will we have kids?"
Nia Mitchell lay there, just watching the CEO sitting.
