Seeing him like this, Nia Mitchell burst out laughing.
"HAHAHA..."
It was a sight rarely seen in a hundred years—the CEO actually making such a face! HAHAHA... Let me laugh a little longer.
Maxwell Peary: ...
So, this Rabina Mitchell doesn't care at all? Thinking about her indifference, he started doubting if she was taking the preparation for pregnancy seriously. No, he has to make her take it seriously.
"We'll be going to the hospital tomorrow morning."
Maxwell Peary sat on the couch, beside her.
Nia Mitchell's laughter came to an abrupt end, somewhat taken aback.
"Go to the hospital for what?"
How did he suddenly bring up this topic?
Nia Mitchell blinked in confusion, her body half-turned towards the CEO, a look of inquiry on her face.
"For a pre-pregnancy check-up."
Only then will she realize the significance of this.
Upon hearing Maxwell Peary's words, Nia Mitchell's face instantly turned red, and she playfully hit the CEO's arm.
"What happened?"
