CHAPTER 86: CHAPTER 86 LET ME HEAR YOU CALLING ME HUSBAND

Er... Nia Mitchell sat stiffly to the side. Their relationship?

"The relationship between a boss and an employee? CEO and secretary?"

Nia Mitchell replied cautiously. She wasn’t sure if Maxwell Peary would be satisfied with this answer.

He seemed dissatisfied; otherwise, why would his complexion darken even more?

"UM, could you give me a hint, Uncle?"

Nia Mitchell cajoled, swaying her body from side to side. This action made Maxwell Peary a bit nervous, and he immediately reached out to hold her waist tightly.

"We are husband and wife. What should you call me?"

Nia Mitchell pouted. HMPH, so he had set a trap waiting for her here.

"Uncle."

Nia Mitchell replied quickly, deliberately contradicting him, then she immediately observed his reaction carefully.

Maxwell Peary...

Nia Mitchell blinked. So the uncle’s reaction was... no reaction at all?

"AWW, Uncle, don’t be so stingy."

She continued to wheedle, but unfortunately, he remained unmoved.

Nia Mitchell, seeing she had no other choice, exerted some force with her hands and pressed her entire body into his embrace, her face blushing as she got close to his ear.

"Husband."

Her soft, sweet voice drifted to him, the breath of every word brushing against Maxwell Peary’s ear, sending waves of a tingling sensation straight to his heart.

"HMM..."

Maxwell Peary held her tightly, leaned in, and gave her a passionate kiss.

The scene that greeted Alan Morgan when he opened the door was Nia Mitchell sitting on Maxwell Peary’s lap, the two of them face-to-face, tightly embracing and kissing.

ER...

What did he just see?

"AH!"

Nia Mitchell quickly pushed Maxwell Peary away and hastily scrambled off his lap.

"That... that..."

She wanted to explain, but she didn’t know how.

Alan Morgan, standing at the door, was in no mood to tease them. Maxwell Peary’s gaze was already as sharp as a knife. If looks could kill, he would have died a thousand times over by now.

"AHEM, CEO."

Alan Morgan touched his nose awkwardly. He had just accidentally interrupted the CEO’s intimate moment; was there really a need to scare him like this?

"Who allowed you in?" Doesn’t he know how to knock?

Alan Morgan felt wronged; tears almost welled up in his eyes.

"I did knock."

He sounded particularly aggrieved. He had knocked, so how could their combined four ears not have heard it?

Maxwell Peary was taken aback. He knocked? But I didn’t hear it, and little Rabina probably didn’t hear it either.

It seemed they were really too engrossed, completely oblivious.

"You just didn’t knock!"

Nia Mitchell yelled loudly, brazenly confident. So what if I’m being unreasonable?

"ER..."

Alan Morgan was dumbfounded. Boss, can’t you control your little wife? She’s being too overbearing!

Maxwell Peary, at his side, paid no mind to his capable subordinate being bullied. He opened his mouth and snatched the small pork rib from Nia Mitchell’s hand.

HEY!

Nia Mitchell was startled, and her imposing manner instantly deflated. She lowered her head and chided softly.

"Maxwell Peary, what are you doing?"

Looking at his blushing little wife, Maxwell Peary continued to chew on the small pork rib in his mouth, not responding to her.

Nia Mitchell stomped her foot in anger. She really had no idea what to do with this man.

"Still eating!"

Nia Mitchell slapped Maxwell Peary lightly on the shoulder. She didn’t know what she should do.

"I’m going to work now!"

Her first instinct was to flee. She felt she really couldn’t stay here any longer.

After hearing her words, Maxwell Peary finally reacted, opening his mouth to spit out the bone.

"You haven’t finished eating yet? Good girl, eat a little more, otherwise you’ll be hungry later."