This kind of behavior isn't good at all.
Even though her identity was clear here, others didn't know who she was.
Even as Maxwell Peary's wife, she couldn't just act like this.
She knew that although none of the employees at the Company said anything openly, who knew what they gossiped about behind her back?
She understood those people quite well; they certainly wouldn't speak kindly of her.
Nia Mitchell pouted. Unless it was absolutely necessary, she really didn't want to skip work right now.
"Just stay home and be good, okay?"
Maxwell Peary gently rubbed her forehead and then casually ran his hand through her hair a few more times before lying down beside her.
"Get some rest."
Lowering his head, he noticed her slightly open collar, covered in kiss marks.
Whenever Maxwell thought about how she looked at noon today, he couldn't bring himself to do anything more tonight.
So, it was better just to sleep.
