Nia Mitchell never expected to sleep so deeply; when she woke up, it was already past four o'clock.
Maxwell Peary was still lying beside her, maintaining the same position.
Nia Mitchell's face turned a little red, and she immediately sat up from the bed.
"Uncle, why didn't you wake me up?"
It's already four o'clock; how could he just let her sleep like that?
She could leave with him and sleep on the plane afterward.
"Couldn't bear to."
Just three concise words were his answer to her question.
Nia Mitchell's face turned a little red again, and she immediately started getting dressed.
"That's not a valid reason. Uncle, you should have woken me up earlier; I wouldn't mind sleeping less."
Maybe because the CEO was by her side, she slept particularly deeply.
How could she have slept for so long if it was before?
She carefully calculated; didn't she almost sleep the entire day?
"No worries, there's still time."
