As expected, Nia Mitchell couldn't convince Maxwell Peary. So she closed her eyes, lay still on the large bed, and feigned death. She was ignoring him! She had made up her mind: starting today, she was giving him the silent treatment.
However, when Maxwell Peary smirked and leaned in, Nia Mitchell's hair instantly stood on end.
"Ah! What are you doing?" Nia Mitchell questioned loudly, frantically trying to push him away. But how could she possibly match his strength?
"Aren't you going to ignore me?" Doesn't he understand her little temper? To put it bluntly, he could subdue her in minutes.
"Who said I'm going to ignore you?" Nia Mitchell refused to admit it, rebutting stubbornly.
Maxwell Peary smirked, lowered his head, and captured her soft lips.
"UNH." Nia Mitchell's face flushed crimson. With him pressing down on her, she felt the pain in her buttocks intensify.
