Maxwell Peary's brow furrowed slightly. He didn't need to think too hard to know her question was related to yesterday's incident at the Peary Clan's old mansion.
"I won't let you be sent away."
So, he would never have to face such a choice.
Under his wings, Rabina Mitchell was always safe.
Nia Mitchell looked down. Although his answer was nice, it wasn't what she wanted.
At this moment, what she wanted was just a firm "Yes" from him, and nothing more.
"Baby, sleep now."
Nia nodded and closed her eyes.
Seeing her sleeping obediently, Maxwell stood up. He went to the bathroom, took a shower, then returned to hold her and catch up on sleep.
Nia slept particularly soundly this time. By the time she woke up, it was already eleven o'clock.
She groggily opened her eyes and rubbed them, only then realizing she was still in the CEO's arms.
He was dry and exuded the calming fragrance of shower gel.
