It was like a low murmur, like words spoken to oneself. Such a light, airy phrase, yet it landed like the last straw that broke the camel's back.
Upon hearing this, Nia Mitchell felt as if her heart had been struck by a heavy hammer. Pouting slightly, her eyes brimming with tears, Nia flung herself into the arms of a certain CEO.
"I understand, I understand. I won't do those things anymore."
How could he make such domineering words sound so sentimental? What was she supposed to do? She simply couldn't resist.
"Uncle, you've been so good to me. I'm so afraid that one day you won't want me anymore."
Nia Mitchell had always worried about this. Maxwell Peary was so good, and he stood so high. She was just an ordinary person, without any particular talents, and even her appearance wasn't the most striking. She feared that Maxwell Peary's presence in her life was just a fleeting moment. If she fell in love, would she be utterly devastated afterward?
"How could I ever not want you?"
