Chapter 1220: 1222: Uncle, You Have to Beware of Her

Uh...Nia Mitchell was baffled, was it really okay for the CEO to say something like that?

"Who could possibly whisk you away, you’re a grown man."

Nia pouted, deliberately twisting the meaning of her words.

"You, aren’t you the one who whisked me away?"

Nia was at a complete loss for words.

Ignoring Maxwell Peary, she just continued walking forward.

Soon, the two were sitting in the Rolls-Royce.

"Anne Davidson just returned in the past few days, I haven’t gone out alone with her."

Reaching out to help Rabina Mitchell buckle her seatbelt, Maxwell explained.

Upon hearing this, Nia paused, her body tensing up.

"No need to be so anxious."

Maxwell’s eyes were smiling.

"I’m not anxious at all, if you want to meet Anne alone, go ahead, I don’t care."

Nia said stubbornly, then sat there taking out her phone, silently scrolling through it.

"Do you really not care?"

Seeing Rabina’s stubborn look, she was just too adorable.

"Of course I don’t care, it’s just a meal, why make all these assumptions? Wouldn’t that make me look petty?"

Nia thought for a long time before speaking,

Phew, saying this made her feel like she wasn’t petty at all.

However, now that Maxwell had left the Office Room, there’s no use regretting.

Seeing Nia’s slightly smug look, Maxwell shook his head.

"Uncle Peary, may I ask, what exactly is your relationship with Anne Davidson?"

Why does she always feel there’s something special about their relationship?

Also, although Uncle Peary seems cold towards Anne Davidson, he hasn’t done anything substantial to hurt her.

So, in fact, there’s still some emotional connection there.

Just thinking about this, Nia couldn’t stay calm.

"Didn’t I already tell you about Anne Davidson?"

Maxwell’s eyes were filled with affection.

"Between us, as far as I’m concerned, we’re just ordinary friends."

No, perhaps not even ordinary friends.

Anne meant nothing to him, not even as a friend.

"Ordinary friends, huh?"

Nia pouted; typically, everyone likes to use ’friends’ to define these complicated relationships.

"Uncle, you can’t let her whisk you away."

Nia reached over to unbuckle her seatbelt, leaning her whole body over.

"Uncle, I believe there’s nothing between you and Anne, but you should be on guard, don’t give her any chances."

Nia said with puffed-up cheeks, making one hold back a chuckle.

"Alright, I’ll be on guard."

Maxwell leaned in to kiss her, then shook his head helplessly.

"Quickly buckle up, we’re about to head out."

"Okay, we’re going to watch the sunrise."

Nia immediately perked up, fastening her seatbelt again.

"Look at you, acting like a little kid."

Always so immature, how can one feel assured?

Watching her, Maxwell couldn’t help but direct his gaze to Nia’s abdomen.

Lately, he hadn’t been taking any precautions, maybe there’s already a baby in her belly.

This kind of Rabina made him want to keep her by his side every moment, unable to feel at ease.