Chapter 1219: 1221: What? Am I Not Allowed to Kiss You?

When Nia Mitchell saw the scene, she wanted to rush over and give her two kicks. Screw your twisted ankle, what are your feet made of?

Perfectly fine, and suddenly you have a twisted ankle? Can this lying skill be any more pathetic?

This time Nia Mitchell truly despised Anne Davidson from the bottom of her heart; this person was too tactless and totally shameless.

Maxwell Peary watched her sitting on the ground and furrowed his brows with displeasure.

Even Nia Mitchell could see that her twisted ankle excuse was fake, how could he not see it?

"Since your ankle is twisted, I’ll call 911 for you."

With that, Maxwell Peary took out his phone and was about to make the call.

"No need!"

Anne Davidson instantly raised her head to speak, tears glimmering in her eyes.

"If I rest for a while, I should be fine. It’s not that much trouble, Maxwell, could you carry me to the sofa on the side? I can’t walk anymore."

Anne Davidson pleaded pitifully.

Nia Mitchell: ......

Screw you!

Nia Mitchell was fiercely resentful. If Maxwell dared to carry Anne Davidson, she would definitely...

Definitely...

Cry, make a scene, and threaten suicide!

However, Maxwell Peary didn’t give Nia Mitchell that chance at all.

He continued to stand there with furrowed brows, as if it were years ago, a demeanor of "no entry for strangers."

This Maxwell Peary was his true self, not liking contact with others, and cold as ice.

Maxwell Peary stood there, just watching Anne Davidson.

"I’ll make a call for you, just wait here."

After saying that, not allowing Anne Davidson to refuse, he directly called 911.

After giving the address, he reached out to wrap his arm around Nia Mitchell’s waist.

"Since I’ve already called you an ambulance, and it’s just a twisted ankle without any other issue, I’ll be leaving first."

Saying that, Maxwell Peary completely ignored Anne Davidson sitting on the ground and directly took Nia Mitchell away.

Ugh...

It was only when Nia Mitchell got to the underground garage that she reacted, looking at Maxwell Peary with a puzzled expression.

"Uncle, you... mmm..."

Maxwell Peary lifted Rabina Mitchell’s chin and leaned in to give a hot and passionate kiss.

Until the air got thinner, Nia Mitchell’s face turned increasingly red, and the elements in the air become more ambiguous, only then did Maxwell Peary let go of her.

"Uncle!"

Nia Mitchell stomped her foot coyly, her face flushed, looking exceptionally cute.

"Haha, this is exactly the most adorable version of you."

Maxwell Peary reached out to rub her hair and continued to lead her forward.

"Uncle, how could you suddenly kiss me?"

Nia Mitchell’s right hand was being held, and with her free left hand she gently rubbed her lips.

With a gentle touch, she could clearly feel the swelling of her lips, almost as if they were still coated with Maxwell Peary’s unique taste.

Her face reddened, she bashfully raised her head to look at the CEO’s profile.

Such a handsome and charming man, what luck had brought him to her, Nia Mitchell?

"Why? I can’t kiss you?"

Maxwell Peary retorted unhappily, the look on Rabina Mitchell in the office earlier, he was utterly infatuated with.

Anyone could sense her jealousy, and the way she called him then.

Hubby.

It seemed like having Nia Mitchell call him that was quite a challenge.

"Uncle, when did Anne Davidson return to the country? Did she just come to find you to have dinner today?"

Nia Mitchell immediately trotted to keep pace with the CEO, walking shoulder to shoulder with him.

"Why? Worried I’d be led away?"