HMPH—
That pout, that sulky little expression—she was clearly angry.
Seeing her childish petulance, his eyes unconsciously filled with warmth.
"I will restrain myself from now on."
To receive such an assurance from the CEO, she really should feel honored.
Hearing his words, Nia Mitchell turned her head to look at him.
"Are you serious?"
Her face was full of hope. Her smooth cheeks, as fair as a freshly peeled egg under the light, made one want to reach out and poke them, just to feel their softness.
"Of course."
Maxwell Peary nodded, his expression asking how she could possibly not trust him.
Who am I, Maxwell Peary? Would I go back on my word? Nonsense! Of course, that depends on the situation.
"Well then, I won't be mad at you this time."
Nia Mitchell immediately beamed as if she'd struck a great bargain, oblivious to the fact that the CEO never kept his word on such matters.
"Uncle, why aren't you at work today?"
