Chapter 1154 - 1153: Young Master Peary Wants to Be a Good Man for the New Century
But...
This isn’t bad either.
Just consider it practice.
"If it’s a daughter, I’ll feed her."
The CEO said as he continued to scoop another spoonful of porridge to her mouth.
Daughter?
"Why? Don’t you like sons, Uncle?"
Nia Mitchell felt strange about it, her eyes wide open, incredulous.
Who is the CEO?
People in high positions often want sons, because they have vast wealth to pass down.
"I don’t dislike them."
Maxwell Peary said, as the education for sons and daughters is different.
A daughter like Nia Mitchell, how could Maxwell be hard-hearted?
If it were a son like him, then he’d be a weed no one wants, needing to be toughened up so he could protect his little Rabina in the future.
Indeed!
Nia Mitchell didn’t understand Maxwell Peary’s thoughts, sitting there, moving on to the next topic.
"Uncle, do you think we should have a daughter or a son?"
Maxwell’s actions paused, his temples throbbing painfully.
This little Rabina had been talking about babies ever since.
He seemed to glimpse his position at home in the future.
So terrifying!
"Honey, just eat your meal."
He handed over a spoon of porridge, blocking her glossy red lips.
Nia Mitchell: ......
Our big light bulb, Evelyn Peary at this moment, stood outside the Dining Hall, her head full of black lines.
If she went in now, it would be truly tactless, wouldn’t it?
This is too much!
She looped around to the kitchen, and surely, Frederick Goldsmith was there.
"Miss?"
Frederick looked surprised seeing Evelyn Peary walk in, slightly in disbelief.
"I won’t be a third wheel anymore, just prepare some porridge for me. Eating dinner here lately, I’ve surprisingly learned to live healthily."
Previously, her meals were irregular, and she ate food with little nutritional value.
Since being here, her eating routine became regular, making her unaccustomed to her past irregular lifestyle.
"Alright, miss, are you going to..."
She won’t eat right here in the kitchen, will she?
"Send it to my room. Oh, and bring my coffee to my room too, okay?"
Frederick paused for a moment, looking at Evelyn Peary.
"Miss, since you’re going for a healthy lifestyle, maybe you should quit coffee too. Master has quit it, even smoking."
Evelyn Peary: ......
Really?
Isn’t this a bit exaggerated?
Big brother isn’t the type to do this, is he?
He even quit smoking.
"Really? My brother? He quit smoking and coffee?"
That’s hilarious, it’s utterly impossible, who is Maxwell Peary?
How could he do such a thing for someone else?
This has to be an illusion, a trick.
"It’s true."
Frederick himself found it hard to believe, but surely, at home, he hadn’t asked for coffee, nor had they seen him smoke.
The Villa is cleaned daily, and there hasn’t been any trace of cigarette butts, which is a fact.
"It’s too surreal."
Is big brother aiming to be the new age gentleman?
"Although it seems unbelievable, he is him and I am me; I can’t quit coffee."
This sweet and bitter taste is simply delightful to her taste buds.
Wanting her to quit coffee is impossible.
After leaving the kitchen, Evelyn Peary went straight upstairs to her room.
In the Dining Hall, Nia Mitchell still wore a big smile, eating what the CEO was feeding her spoon by spoon.
"Uncle, you have some too."
Nia Mitchell reached out, scooping some Shredded Chicken Porridge to the CEO’s mouth.