Seeing the CEO only cut a small piece for himself, Nia Mitchell was a bit anxious.
She directly cut herself a large piece and handed it to Maxwell Peary's lips.
"Uncle Peary, eat it up!"
Maxwell cooperated by opening his mouth and ate the piece of steak.
The two of them were extraordinarily happy throughout the meal.
After finishing, a bit of dessert and some fruit came up quickly.
Nia Mitchell rounded them all up.
"So full!"
Nia Mitchell burped and reached out to touch her round little belly.
"Really? Let me feel it too."
Without giving Nia Mitchell time to react, Maxwell already reached out to touch her.
"Ah!"
Nia Mitchell screamed and immediately moved his big hand away.
"Where are you touching?"
Nia Mitchell always thought it was strange; she had never been touched like this before.
What kind of person was Maxwell Peary?
How could he possibly pay attention to Nia Mitchell's slight resistance?
He just reached out and touched again.
It was really round.
