Nia Mitchell is dining at a high-end Chinese restaurant with the CEO.
The two are extrely affectionate.
Earlier, you personally took action, taking care of her in an orderly manner.
Luckily, the two are inside a private booth, so such displays of affection won’t ignite envy.
Nia Mitchell slowly opened up, moving from initial shyness to comfort.
"I want to eat that little rib."
She pointed with her left hand; the next second, the CEO had already picked up the little rib and held it in front of her mouth.
"Om-nom."
Taking a bite, Nia Mitchell’s eyes narrowed into a line with joy.
"This is delicious, Uncle, you should try one too."
Under Rabina Mitchell’s expectant gaze, Maxwell Peary had no choice but to pick up a piece for himself.
"How is it, how is it?"
Nia Mitchell’s watery eyes watched the CEO’s every move, afraid she might say it was not tasty.
Maxwell Peary shook his head at her expression.
"It’s very tasty."
Looking at her, it’s as if she made the dish herself.
Upon hearing the CEO’s approval, Nia Mitchell bead.
"Of course, it’s delicious. Just look at who recomnded it. I still want to eat that prawn, hurry up."
The CEO didn’t particularly like prawns but was skilled at peeling them.
She just discovered this earlier.
Unlike her, she really likes prawns but can’t peel them.
So, to save trouble, she usually doesn’t eat them.
"Alright."
Maxwell Peary helplessly shook his head, took the prawn, and focused on peeling it.
While he was occupied, Nia Mitchell forked a piece of fruit for herself.
"Uncle, how are you so good at peeling prawns?"
Could it be that you peeled them for soone else before?
No way?
Nia Mitchell’s imagination instantly turned into a hundred-thousand-word romance novel.
"Don’t let your imagination run wild."
Just by her expression, Maxwell Peary knew what she was thinking.
"Tell , is there anything I’m not good at?"
Um...
Nia Mitchell was successfully stumped by the CEO’s question.
What is Uncle Peary not good at?
She pondered and truly couldn’t think of anything.
It’s too strange.
This is simply...
Wow, she suddenly discovered a secret; Uncle Peary is a versatile person.
Amazing!
Receiving Rabina Mitchell’s admiring gaze, Maxwell Peary was pleased.
Joyfully placing the prawn into her mouth, despite the stickiness on his hands, he took another prawn to peel.
Nia Mitchell sat there, full of happiness, just watching the CEO’s actions.
"Uncle, I discovered a secret."
"Oh?"
"You better ask what the secret is. Ask , and I’ll tell you."
Maxwell Peary: ......
"Alright, what’s the secret?"
"Serious n are the most handso."
Maxwell Peary: ......
Is Rabina Mitchell teasing him?
The CEO put down the prawn, turned to slightly furrow his brows, and looked at her.
"I say, Nia Mitchell..."
Suddenly, Nia Mitchell’s phone rang, interrupting the CEO’s words.
Nia Mitchell saw it was an unfamiliar number, furrowed her brows but still picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Is this Nia Mitchell? I’m Tara Jason."
Tara Jason?
Nia Mitchell was stunned; how did Tara Jason get her phone number and call her?
She froze, not speaking, while Tara Jason on the other end also paused.
Nia Mitchell wouldn’t not know who Tara Jason is, right?
She awkwardly held her phone.
"Um... I was with Professor North before..."
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