Chapter 1156 - 1155: Uncle, Why Aren’t You Wearing Clothes!

Chapter 1156: Chapter 1155: Uncle, Why Aren’t You Wearing Clothes!

Nia Mitchell blinked her eyes, awkwardly standing there.

"Uh..."

What should she say?

"Uncle, why aren’t you wearing clothes?"

Nia Mitchell immediately shouted, quickly turning around to avoid looking at him.

It was too embarrassing.

The person shaving over there paused for a moment, frowned slightly, and continued his actions.

"It’s not like you haven’t seen it before."

Nia Mitchell: ......

The logic seemed right, but...

It’s different.

"Who was calling?"

Maxwell Peary finally got to the main topic, and Nia Mitchell then remembered she was still holding the CEO’s phone.

"I don’t know, it was a woman, she didn’t say her name, and you haven’t saved this number either."

Nia Mitchell pouted, and reached behind her with the phone.

"Hurry up and take your phone!"

Not wearing clothes and deliberately letting her in, it was too annoying.

"There’s foam on my hands."

The CEO said it matter-of-factly.

And then?

What did he want to express?

"Come over and hold the phone to my ear."

Maxwell Peary started making his request, continuing to shave.

Oh my god!

Nia Mitchell, her face flushed red, hesitated for a long time there.

On the other end of the phone, she could still hear faint noises, obviously, the other side didn’t hang up.

Just thinking that the other person might have heard everything between them made her uncomfortable.

Unable to resist the CEO any longer, she reluctantly closed her eyes slightly, stepped forward step by step, and quickly handed the phone over when she got to his side.

"Hello?"

Maxwell Peary, very satisfied with Nia Mitchell’s actions, greeted happily.

"Maxwell..."

Anne Davidson’s voice carried grievance, her eyes were red.

"Who was that woman just now? Why did she say those things to me?"

"She is my wife. I’m already married."

Married.

Like bad news abruptly cutting through her heart.

These three words were more cruel than she imagined.

Anne Davidson clenched her fists and tried hard to put on a smile.

"I’ll be on the plane today and will be back soon."

She once fantasized about Maxwell Peary welcoming her, but...

Fantasy, in the end, was just a fantasy.

After hanging up, Anne Davidson cried alone in the villa.

Meanwhile, in the mountainside villa in Capital Town, Nia Mitchell pouted, putting the phone aside.

"Uncle, how can you do this?"

Nia Mitchell was a bit unhappy, turning to walk out.

"Stop right there!"

Maxwell Peary turned on the shower, preparing to rinse off the foam on him.

Nia Mitchell pretended not to hear what he was saying and continued walking forward.

She certainly wouldn’t stop, she certainly wouldn’t stop! Hmph! Why should it always be as he says?

She didn’t want to obediently listen; she wanted to be a little wife with a temper.

Pouting her lips, the more she thought about it, the angrier she became, so she quickened her steps.

Unexpectedly, a hand suddenly reached around her waist from behind.

"Ah!"

Nia Mitchell was startled, immediately turning around to face the bare CEO.

"What are you doing? You..."

"Mmm..."

Maxwell Peary leaned down to cover her chattering lips, and with force, lifted her up by the waist.

The warm water streamed down, soaking her pajamas.

"Mmm... Uncle... Uncle..."

Her small hands weakly pushed against his chest, finally getting a chance to speak.

"Hmm?"

His tone rose slightly, his voice carrying a bit of hoarseness and an indescribable allure.