Chapter 1447 - 1446: Damnit! Young Master Peary Can’t Resist Temptation

Chapter 1447: Chapter 1446: Damnit! Young Master Peary Can’t Resist Temptation

Nia Mitchell’s cheeks were flushed, and she kept complaining about the heat, actually starting to tear at her own clothes.

"Don’t move around."

She attended the banquet tonight, wearing a little dress as a gift, which she couldn’t take off.

Nia Mitchell struggled desperately, determined to rip her clothes off first.

This tight little dress clung to her body, making her feel unable to dissipate the heat.

It was as if all the warmth was trapped by the dress, making her feel particularly uncomfortable.

She was eager to take it off.

"Uncle."

Nia Mitchell mumbled in a daze, her voice soft and sweet, enough to make one’s heart flutter.

"Ugh..."

With a hazy vision, she spread her legs and sat directly on the CEO’s lap, the two of them face to face.

She looked up and kissed him.

Nia Mitchell anxiously nibbled away, yet she couldn’t vent the heat throughout her body.

"Ugh... I’m so uncomfortable..."

Seeing Nia Mitchell’s actions in such a setting, with her soft moans sounding in his ear,

If Maxwell Peary couldn’t guess the reason by now, he would be a fool.

He reached out, picked her up, and turned around to leave with her.

"Young Master Peary, leaving already?"

Leon Blackwood walked out from the dance floor, looking at Maxwell Peary, whose face was grim, yet he didn’t mind at all.

"What kind of riff-raff do you let into your parties these days, Blackwood? Seems like you’ve categorized yourself with them."

Maxwell spoke in irritation, showing no intention of being polite to Leon Blackwood.

Hearing Maxwell’s words, Leon Blackwood was taken aback, frowning slightly.

"Uncle... I’m so uncomfortable, really uncomfortable..."

In his arms, Rabina Mitchell’s tearful voice came through, tugging at the heartstrings.

Leon Blackwood’s brows furrowed instantly upon hearing her voice, noticing her flushed face and her expression, somehow...

Damn it!

Watching Maxwell Peary storming out, Leon Blackwood’s face grew increasingly sullen.

......

"Be good, we’re going home."

He placed Nia Mitchell in the passenger seat, fastened her seatbelt, and immediately drove off.

"So uncomfortable..."

Nia Mitchell turned her head to look at Maxwell Peary, reaching out to grab the CEO’s hand on the steering wheel.

"Uncle... I’m so uncomfortable, will you kiss me?"

Bang!

Maxwell Peary’s hands tensed with bulging veins, trying hard to restrain himself.

"Be good, we’ll be home soon, hang in there, okay?"

Seeing Rabina’s flushed face, Maxwell swallowed hard.

In an instant, he slammed on the gas pedal.

"Ugh... I’m hot..."

Saying this, Nia Mitchell started pulling at her clothes again.

"Don’t move, I’ll turn on the air conditioning."

Saying this, Maxwell Peary turned on the air conditioning.

Feeling a slight coolness, Nia Mitchell became a bit more clear-headed.

Instantly, she threw herself at the air outlet of the fan, her little face brushing against it.

"So cool."

Seeing her like this, Maxwell Peary felt very uncomfortable inside.

He thought this would help her last until they got home, but didn’t expect it would only last two or three minutes.

"I’m hot..."

Damn it!

Maxwell Peary’s face was extremely dark, he slammed on the brakes, the loud screech echoing through the darkness.

He pressed a button, the car windows and doors sealed shut, then he carried her to the back seat.

Pressing another button again, the back seat transformed into a bed-like structure, about a meter wide.