Nia Mitchell was montarily stunned before she heard the CEO’s voice.
Uh...
Did the CEO say sothing to her?
Looking at Nia’s slightly bewildered eyes, Maxwell Peary’s heart imdiately softened.
"Did I scare you?"
He asked tentatively once more.
Nia blinked her eyes, slowly raising a smile on her face.
"No."
As she spoke, she wanted to reach out and wrap her arms around the CEO’s neck.
But...
With one movent, she was instantly pulled back.
Nia: ......
Damn it!
When did the CEO fasten her seatbelt?
It was so embarrassing!
Noticing Rabina Mitchell’s embarrassnt, Maxwell Peary’s mood improved.
He did not unfasten the seatbelt for Nia, but instead leaned his head closer.
If she wanted a hug, she could have one. Later, he would drive them both ho. She must be hungry.
Seeing the CEO’s head leaning closer, Nia’s face turned beet red.
Does it have to be like this?
So embarrassing!
But!
The CEO’s actions from earlier still floated before her eyes. He turned into a prince charming again, appearing when she needed him.
Thinking of this, Nia was no longer reserved; she leaned in and pressed her lips to the CEO’s.
Maxwell Peary: ......
This rabbit has turned bad, beco cheeky.
She changed her mind and kissed him directly.
However...
The feeling of the wife offering a kiss, was incredibly wonderful.
Not wanting to think about this ss, as Rabina was about to retreat, he placed both hands on her nape, gently applying pressure.
"Mmm..."
Sticking out his tongue, they danced together gleefully.
So...
By the ti the black Rolls-Royce appeared on the road, Nia’s face was still red and her lips swollen.
Damn!
Such an embarrassing feeling.
"Uncle, let’s stop by the hospital first. I’m really worried about Fiona Sutton."
She’s staying in the hospital now, and no one is taking care of her.
"Alright."
Maxwell Peary nodded and drove her directly to the hospital.
First People’s Hospital————
The night fell as Fiona lay inside the ward. Her body, no matter how strong, couldn’t withstand the turmoil of the noon incident.
She was now pale, her eyes closed, sleeping soundly.
The man wearing a baseball cap and mask gently opened the ward’s grand gate.
Walking slowly forward, he looked at the woman lying on the bed, his brows slightly furrowed.
She was becoming more emaciated, seemingly not having a good ti recently.
Seeing her like this, the man took two more steps forward, hesitating for a long ti before finally stopping.
He did not get closer.
Just three ters away from the bed, quietly watching her.
Fiona Sutton had a not-so-beautiful dream, in which Yancy Hastings didn’t die, but he was not accountable.
The two of them were like strangers, having no intersection.
She blankly watched Yancy Hastings’ life, unable to enter it.
She was a bit anxious but didn’t know what identity to use to intervene.
"Why..."
Fiona murmured helplessly.
The man, startled by her voice and about to leave, realized she was just dreaming.
Seeing her frowning, he gently extended his hand, wishing to smooth away her worries.
Through the three ters of air, his hand stiffened there for a long ti, finally forming a fist.
His gaze fell once more on her abdon.
She...
Was pregnant!
She seed, very weary.
"Are you the relative of the patient?"
Suddenly, a nurse opened the ward’s door and seeing the man standing there, asked.
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