Nia Mitchell was aghast. Uncle Peary, how shameless can you be!
She truly hadn't expected Maxwell Peary to utter such words; it simply set a new low for him.
"I... I need to go to work."
Flee! That was her only thought right now.
Maxwell Peary grabbed her arm, preventing her from escaping.
"You haven't told me yet. Do you want a child?"
The first time he had wanted to be intimate with her, she had said she didn't want to get pregnant so soon.
What about now? Did she regret it? Did she want to have his child?
Damn, that sentiment was so beautiful, he was almost mesmerized.
Nia Mitchell's head shook back and forth like a rattle-drum. No, no, no! I'm only twenty; I absolutely don't want to have a baby yet!
"I won't have one! Uncle, I won't."
Nia Mitchell instantly hugged the CEO's arm, as if her belly would POOF and swell up if she didn't refuse right then and there.
The CEO was very unhappy to hear this. Well, he had known before that she didn't want to.
