Nia Mitchell shifted unhappily, her brow furrowed in displeasure.
Hearing the CEO's voice, she was visibly unhappy.
So, she chose to ignore him.
Maxwell Peary had thought she was going to get up, but she only stirred slightly before continuing to sleep.
"Mrs. Peary? Time to get up."
Maxwell Peary propped himself up on an elbow, his perfectly muscled torso exposed. A rare smile graced his face.
"Stop bothering me."
Nia Mitchell frowned, clearly not pleased, and pouted her lips in protest.
Maxwell Peary did a quick mental calculation. She had only slept for about five or six hours. After their exertions the previous night, she must be exhausted.
However, she had only eaten a little barbecue last night and had skipped breakfast. She absolutely couldn't miss lunch.
"Time to eat. Get up."
Without ceremony, Maxwell Peary gave her bottom a light slap.
Mmm…
Nia Mitchell wrinkled her delicate eyebrows.
"I'm not eating."
