「Mid-hill Villa—」
The Master Bedroom was in disarray; men's and women's clothes were scattered all over the floor, intertwined. Following the trail of clothing led to a huge bed.
Nia Mitchell was sprawled across the large bed, turning lazily on her side, her little foot slipping out from under the covers.
Maxwell Peary, drowsy and groggy, frowned, reaching out to tuck Rabina Mitchell's little foot back under the covers.
"HMM..."
This position was uncomfortable. Nia Mitchell squirmed and adjusted her body again. As a result, her foot kicked out once more, this time landing squarely on the CEO himself.
Maxwell Peary inhaled sharply. This Rabina Mitchell is truly becoming more and more ill-mannered!Kicking the covers aside, no less!
"Nia Mitchell!" Maxwell Peary sat bolt upright. Seeing Nia Mitchell sleeping so soundly made him grind his teeth in frustration.
Despite Maxwell Peary's loud shout, Nia Mitchell remained oblivious.
