Chapter 1284 - 1283: Sent to Rock Bottom by Someone
Nia Mitchell listened to what Ethan Martinez said and finally nodded in agreement.
Soon after getting into Ethan Martinez’s car, she received a call from the CEO.
"I’m in Ethan Martinez’s car; he said he’d take me home."
Nia Mitchell explained her situation clearly.
Maxwell Peary: ......!!!
Why does he want to deal with Ethan Martinez, yet Nia Mitchell’s relationship with Ethan keeps improving?
Feeling exhausted.
"So, you don’t need me to pick you up anymore?"
Maxwell Peary had been considering the events of today and was worried Nia Mitchell might get hurt, so he called her after work.
He didn’t expect her to have already gotten into another man’s car.
This was frustrating; Young Master Peary was now very unhappy.
"Yeah, I’m almost home."
Nia Mitchell smiled, but actually, Royal Bay Villa is quite far away.
"Uncle, when will the renovations at Royal Bay Villa be finished?"
She couldn’t stand commuting to the villa every day; it was desolate and remote.
Every time she went out, it took a lot of time.
"That’s our marital home."
Maxwell Peary leaned back on the sofa, casually placing the keys beside him.
He wouldn’t admit that when he called Nia Mitchell, he was already dressed and ready to go out.
"Huh?"
Nia Mitchell was stunned for a moment, not quite understanding what the CEO meant.
"I promised your father that I wouldn’t let you get pregnant before our wedding, and now we’re planning for a baby. How can we not think about the wedding?"
Maxwell Peary had been planning to renovate Royal Bay Villa, saving it as their marital home.
He’s decorating it warmly, making it feel like a real home.
The wedding preparations started long ago, probably it’s almost time.
Nia Mitchell’s ears were filled with the CEO’s gentle voice, and the content made her cheeks flush red.
"But we haven’t..."
They hadn’t made it public yet.
She smiled sweetly, completely ignoring Ethan Martinez in the driver’s seat.
"Once Mom’s stuff is sorted, I’ll give you the most romantic wedding."
This was Maxwell Peary’s promise.
Hearing this, a wave of sweetness surged in Nia Mitchell’s heart.
"Alright, I’ll wait."
She bit her lips, her face full of a blissful smile.
Ethan Martinez: ......!!!
Feels like a single dog being abused, not happy at all.
"You come back quickly; what do you want to eat tonight? I’ll instruct the kitchen now."
Young Master Peary was in a good mood, hearing Rabina Mitchell’s soft voice.
"I want to eat ice cream cake!"
With the weather getting hotter, it’s already the season to enjoy ice cream cake.
Just thinking of the ice cream cake’s taste made Nia Mitchell feel like she was going to fly.
"No way!"
Bang!
With just two words, someone was decisively thrown to the bottom.
Nia Mitchell: ......
Damn it!
"I’m hanging up."
She abruptly ended the call and sat fuming in the passenger seat, caring about nothing else.
Ethan Martinez raised his eyebrows, surprised, and looked at her.
This little girl had quite a temper, unpredictable, impossible to grasp.
Just a moment ago, she was all sweet. What exactly did the other person say to make her flip like that?
"Ethan Martinez, there’s a dessert shop ahead. Pull over; I want to buy something."