Chapter 1451 - 1450: Ahem, I Can Picture It in My Head

Chapter 1451: Chapter 1450: Ahem, I Can Picture It in My Head

Hearing what Nia said, Maxwell Peary didn’t say anything, he just crawled straight out from under the covers.

Wearing only a pair of underwear, he walked over without a care and picked up his robe to put it on.

Nia lay there watching the CEO’s round, bouncy butt, and her little face flushed red again.

Ahem!

She kind of had some images in her head that really shouldn’t be there.

Nia immediately shook those thoughts out of her little head and lay there obediently.

"Are you hungry? I told the kitchen to make you something to eat."

Nia nodded right away. That was seriously necessary.

She was already starving to death by now.

Seeing Rabina Mitchell’s expression, Maxwell came to the side of the bed, lowered his head and gently pressed a kiss to her smooth forehead.

"You’re feeling really uncomfortable, aren’t you?"

These past few days Rabina had been protesting his lack of restraint at night, and last night he’d really gone to town.

It was rare for Rabina to be that enthusiastic, so he’d taken her again and again.

Usually, if he was like that, Rabina would hide from him because she felt awful and make him sleep on the sofa.

So right now she had to be feeling terrible.

Nia lay there, her big dewy eyes misted over as she looked at him.

"Uncle..."

Maxwell reached out and stroked her hair tenderly.

"Rest properly today. I won’t touch you for the next couple of days."

Nia blinked her wet, shiny eyes and nodded.

"I’ll go downstairs and get something for you to eat, then you can sleep a bit more."

With that, Maxwell pecked her lips lightly, then turned and left.

Watching the CEO leave, Nia’s body shifted a little under the covers.

"Hiss..."

Sure enough, it hurt like hell.

It hurt a bit.

She struggled to get out of bed, slipped on her slippers and shuffled into the bathroom, then brushed her teeth and washed up, and by the way took care of some physical needs.

......

The moment Maxwell stepped out the door, his face went dark.

He went downstairs, told the kitchen to make a few dishes Nia liked, then went into the study.

He turned on the computer, picked up the phone on the desk and dialed Annie Davidson.

"Maxwell, you maniac, you trying to enslave me again or what?"

Annie, with huge dark circles under her eyes, was sitting on her hospital bed, looking completely pissed.

"Last time I told you to look into the Davis Family. Did you find anything?"

Hearing that Maxwell only wanted an update, Annie finally let out a breath.

"I dug up something big. Twenty years ago, the head of the Davis Family and Madam Davis fell in love, but their family opposed it and even tried to kill them. Madam Davis, by a twist of fate, ended up at Nia’s adoptive father’s house, and that’s where she gave birth to Nia. Later, when she learned the people hunting them had arrived, she didn’t have time to take Nia with her in the panic, so she went off alone to lure them away."

This was basically the most dog-blood prime-time melodrama plot ever.

"Then afterward Madam Davis and the Davis Family head broke through everything and got back together, and they started searching for that daughter. And that’s how they found Serena Davis."

Now that was some next-level dog-blood shit!

When Annie got these results, she was completely stunned.

Hearing this, Maxwell’s brows knitted tightly on the spot.

How was that even possible?

Madam Davis should know exactly where the child was, how could she mistake her own daughter?

Besides, after all these years, how could they not have noticed anything off?

Maxwell simply couldn’t accept this.

"There are way too many coincidences in this. It’s actually really complicated. I’m still digging."

Once she had it all figured out, she would of course tell Maxwell.