Chapter 1280 - 1279: You Never Send Me Flowers for Romance
Rose Eastwood’s photography skills were incredible, that angle perfectly captured Nia Mitchell’s side profile holding the roses.
No wonder Maxwell Peary misunderstood, Nia Mitchell’s mouth was constantly slightly curved upwards.
Even if not smiling, there was always a hint of a smile.
This photo clearly showed that Nia Mitchell had received flowers and was extremely happy.
If Maxwell Peary could remain calm after seeing this post, then he...
...wouldn’t be the Young Master Peary.
It’s so damn annoying!
What’s wrong with my brain to actually agree to let her work at the Company?
Maxwell Peary sat in the study, his face extremely dark and gloomy.
"What have I done?"
Nia Mitchell was stunned, what did the CEO mean by this?
Why say that?
"Stop pretending with me here, just tell me, who sent you the roses."
Nia Mitchell: ......!!!
The CEO already knew about the roses?
Did he have to be so fast?
Oh my God!
The CEO is too amazing, did he plant spies around me?
Nia Mitchell felt she had reason to suspect this.
"I really don’t know who sent them,"
Nia Mitchell immediately replied honestly, saying something that Maxwell Peary didn’t believe at all.
"You should believe me, I really don’t know who sent the flowers, I didn’t sign for them, but the flower delivery guy directly threw them into my arms and then left."
Nia Mitchell immediately explained the previous situation clearly, to prevent the CEO from getting really angry.
Maxwell Peary’s temper is quite peculiar, and he’s not easily appeased.
Though she often inexplicably manages to soothe him.
"Nia Mitchell, throw the flowers away!"
Maxwell Peary said angrily.
"I’ve already thrown them away."
Nia Mitchell explained seriously, trying to appease the CEO, she quickly thought of something.
"Uncle, should I crush these flowers?"
Saying this, Nia Mitchell was about to step on them.
"No need, there are thorns on the roses."
Maxwell Peary immediately vetoed this proposal; he didn’t want Rabina Mitchell to get hurt.
Hearing Maxwell Peary’s words, Nia Mitchell sat there, her eyes full of laughter.
"Alright, I’ll listen to you."
Hearing the soft and sweet voice from the other end of the phone, Maxwell Peary’s heart instantly softened.
"Okay, come home early tonight, and don’t accept roses from anyone else!"
"Got it, but I haven’t seen you sending me flowers."
Nia Mitchell complained a little.
Women, who doesn’t like these, especially Nia Mitchell being so young, she is even more unable to resist the temptation of roses.
Just imagine, receiving roses with special meanings from the man you love, how romantic would that be.
But—
The CEO Peary doesn’t have a trace of romantic cells.
"Want flowers?"
Maxwell Peary seemed to understand the meaning in Nia Mitchell’s words, immediately his eyes were filled with laughter.
The question was asked, and Nia Mitchell didn’t know how to answer.
Should she really admit she just wanted flowers?
That would be too embarrassing.
Besides, the roses she asked for and the roses the CEO Peary gave voluntarily, could the feeling be the same?
"Not speaking? Are you denying or admitting?"
Maxwell Peary lay on the big bed in the master bedroom of the villa halfway up the mountain, he didn’t tell Nia Mitchell, he was groggy and received a call then saw that post, and immediately called her.