Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot

"Really? Already a grown-up?"

Maxwell Peary’s mouth curled into a smile as he reached out and lifted her onto the countertop.

"Yeah, I am a grown-up."

Nia Mitchell nodded repeatedly, as if there was no doubt about it.

"Of course, our Nia has always been a grown-up."

As he spoke, he pinched her little cheek.

"Absolutely."

Nia Mitchell raised her eyebrows triumphantly, as if she had won against the CEO.

Only, the latter half of the CEO’s sentence was...

impossible to take seriously.

"If you weren’t a grown-up, wouldn’t I be breaking the law? And you couldn’t have a baby."

Saying this, Maxwell Peary leaned in and stole a kiss.

"Uncle, you’re being a rogue!"

Nia Mitchell immediately pushed him away, then covered her small mouth with both hands.

"Haha, only a rogue with you."

Maxwell Peary laughed at her actions and reached out to pat her little head.

Listening to Maxwell Peary’s words, Nia Mitchell blushed more and more, embarrassed as she reached out her little paw and gave him a light slap.

"Uncle, hurry up and leave, I need to take a bath."

"I’ll help you."

The mere mention of a bath was enough to make one’s imagination run wild.

Maxwell Peary had already stayed here, how could he be expected to leave?

"No need for your help, I can do it myself!"

"Then let’s bathe together to save water."

"You..."

"Without more interaction, how will we have a baby?"

"You... mmph..."

......

The next day—

The sun shyly peeked through the curtains, casting spots of light on the floor.

On the big bed in the Main Bedroom, the quilt was slightly arched.

Nia Mitchell slept sweetly, turned over, and rubbed her eyes with her hands.

Mmm...

What time is it?

Finally managing to open her eyes, Nia Mitchell frowned her petite brows.

Turning her head, she could only see the empty big bed, pouting her small lips involuntarily.

It’s Sunday, the sun’s high up, but unfortunately, the first thing she saw wasn’t...

wasn’t the person she most wanted to see.

Nia Mitchell immediately climbed out of bed and ran barefoot to the cloakroom to get dressed.

She almost forgot her dad and the others were still around, and she overslept again.

Looking up, she saw herself in the mirror, a rosy complexion, and spots down from her collarbones left by that big bad wolf.

Making a funny face at herself in the mirror, Nia Mitchell happily walked out of the cloakroom after getting dressed.

"Nia Mitchell!"

Opening the door, she saw the CEO standing there.

Before she could react, she heard the CEO’s very serious voice.

Um...

She hadn’t done anything wrong, right?

Gulp!

Swallowed hard, she looked with innocent big eyes at Young Master Peary’s stern face.

"Why are you running around barefoot again, not wearing slippers?"

"Not cold."

Nia Mitchell stuck out her little tongue, but still obediently went to the bedside to put on slippers.

"You have to take care of your health."

In her ear, Maxwell Peary’s nagging echoed again.

Nia Mitchell: ......

"Uncle, people say that if you have minor health issues, they get better after having a baby and doing postpartum care."

Nia Mitchell blinked, looking at someone very seriously.

So, being barefoot now wasn’t a problem.

By the time to sit for postpartum care and it will be fine.

Maxwell Peary listened to her flawed logic and immediately didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

"If you don’t even do proper postpartum care, are you planning to have a second baby to do the care again?"