Maxwell Peary reached out to rub his temples, his face full of exhaustion, and immediately headed to the bathroom to refresh himself.
After washing up, he came to the main bedroom with a towel wrapped around him.
Having abandoned all work, he disregarded the rumors outside, paid no attention to what others thought was happening.
He pushed aside everything, didn't even eat, and lay directly beside Nia Mitchell.
His arm encircled her waist, and he gently kissed her forehead.
In her sleep, Nia Mitchell seemed to sense the familiar presence, the defensiveness on her face gradually fading away.
Like in the past, she sought out the warmth and snuggled over, her small head buried in the CEO's arms.
Her little feet naughtily draped over the CEO's legs, sleeping peacefully and contentedly.
In this manner, Maxwell Peary also gradually fell into slumber.
Night falls—
Around ten o'clock in the evening, Nia Mitchell groggily opened her eyes.
