Chapter 97: Uncle, Hurry up and Make Money for Me to Spend
Nia Mitchell was greatly embarrassed. Was he a mind reader? How else would he know what she was thinking?
Seeing Maxwell Peary’s chopsticks already reaching for a piece of ginger, Nia Mitchell immediately pulled a wry face.
"Husband, I was wrong."
Those five words were enough to make Maxwell Peary’s hand, which was picking up food, freeze in mid-air. Did he just hear Little Rabina call him ’husband’? He hadn’t misheard, had he? This little bunny was very stubborn, always calling him ’Uncle’ this and ’Uncle’ that. He’d only heard her call him ’husband’ once or twice before, usually after much coercion and coaxing. For her to say it so easily this time...
Nia Mitchell blushed, stuck out her little tongue, and thought, Hmph, hmph, I refuse to believe this won’t faze you. A trump card is a trump card, after all! Not even Young Master Peary, a magnate who dominated the Shopping Mall scene and whose moods were notoriously unpredictable, could resist it.
"Ahem, do... do you still want some fish?"
After a long moment, Maxwell Peary finally found his tongue; his speech was somewhat halting.
Nia Mitchell was blooming with delight. It was rare to see Maxwell Peary like this. Mmm, totally worth it!
"Yes," she replied sweetly, opening her mouth to be fed.
The rest of the meal passed peacefully, thanks to Nia Mitchell’s "husband." Afterwards, she also kindly picked out some of her favorite dishes for Maxwell Peary, like pork riblets.