Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot

Mitchell decided she would give Maxwell Peary the silent treatment for three days. Hmm, three days seemed a bit too long; one day would be fine. Yes, a cold war for one day. At the very least, she could righteously avoid the wedding night. AHEM AHEM. So, after they left the Supermarket, Nia Mitchell didn’t utter a word the entire way, no matter what Maxwell Peary said or did.

SCREECH—

Maxwell Peary made a turn and stopped the jaw-dropping Rolls-Royce, then turned to look at the woman sitting in the back seat.

"Are you really not going to talk to me?"

Nia Mitchell looked up at his devilishly handsome face, rolled her eyes, and turned her head away.

"Just because I bought a few extra boxes of condoms?"

Maxwell Peary’s face darkened. Even now, he still didn’t understand the workings of this Rabina Mitchell’s mind—how could she get angry over such a trivial thing? He had plenty of money, so it wasn’t about being wasteful or not frugal. Condoms weren’t perishable goods, nor were they luxury items. So, what on earth was Rabina Mitchell angry about?

Seeing Maxwell Peary’s perplexed expression, Nia Mitchell tilted her chin up haughtily at him, her expression clearly saying, I am angry, I’m not going to say a word, and we’ll just see what you do about it.