Chapter 1290 - 1289: If There Were One More Rabina Mitchell at Home...

Chapter 1290: Chapter 1289: If There Were One More Rabina Mitchell at Home...

Nia Mitchell instinctively wanted to say it’s because of your age when she heard the CEO’s remark.

She secretly stuck out her little tongue in her mind, knowing if she dared to voice such a thought, the CEO would probably lose his temper.

"Can’t find a reason?"

Maxwell Peary, like a victor, gently pressed the gas pedal and drove the Rolls-Royce away from the Hospital.

"Then Uncle, give me a reason not to have children now."

"You’re too young."

Reason?

Maxwell has a ton of them, alright?

Nia is too young, she’s still a kid herself, she’s impulsive and unstable; he can’t bear the thought of her being burdened by a child too soon, or undergoing the pain of childbirth early.

Look at her today; she shed a handful of tears just from a fall, her eyes still red from crying.

If she really were to have a child, wouldn’t she end up flooding the entire Hospital with her tears?

Plus, he dreads imagining what he’d do if Nia held his hand, saying it hurt, saying she didn’t want to go through with it.

He might even try to push the baby back in.

"I’m not young, I’m already twenty."

I’m an adult, okay?

How is that young?

Maxwell silently gave her a look - not young?

She’s basically a child, so excitable.

If a little Rabina joins the family...

The imagery is unbearable, simply exhausting.

"Uncle, don’t you wish to hear a soft little dumpling calling you ’Daddy’ sooner?"

Nia looked at Maxwell full of anticipation, smiling warmly.

Maxwell: ......

How could he not wish for that?

He’s dreamed about such a scene.

"Uncle, please, please!!!"

Maxwell: ......!!!

She’s whining!

Oh gosh, little Rabina is whining.

"Alright."

He admitted it; he couldn’t resist, only comply.

Thus, Nia emerged victorious.

However, following that, the CEO quickly poured cold water on the moment.

"You’re injured now. We’ll do it after you’re fully healed."

Um...

Do it.

Her mind was filled with those two words, brimming with suggestive imagery, making her blush.

But looking at her own injury, it’ll take at least a week to heal properly.

Thinking about this, she felt a bit disappointed again.

...

The two quickly returned home, where the butler had already prepared dinner.

Since both of Nia’s arms were injured, the CEO resumed the role of feeding her.

"Just tell me what you’d like to eat."

This time, Nia wasn’t even allowed to hold her spoon to eat her porridge.

"I want the eggplant."

"Alright."

"I want the ribs."

"Okay."

"Uncle, I find today’s dishes not very tasty."

Half full, Nia began expressing her opinions.

"That’s because I instructed the kitchen to use less salt and avoid dark-colored seasonings like soy sauce."

Upon hearing this, Nia just remembered that she needed to eat bland food because of her injury, avoiding dark-colored seasonings to prevent her scar from darkening.

The CEO is so considerate.

Nia smiled and planted a greasy kiss on the CEO’s cheek.

Maxwell: ......

Is this a reward or a punishment?

"I’m full."

Nia said with a smile, and right after that, she saw the CEO quickly finish the porridge in his own bowl and then bent down to carry her upstairs.