Free Web NovelChapter 1012: Chapter 1011: Uncle, You’re Nervous!
When Nia Mitchell came out after taking a shower, half an hour had already passed.
It was indeed a bit inconvenient, but not to the point of needing help.
She came out dressed in pajamas and saw that the CEO was still sitting on the sofa.
"Why haven’t you showered yet?"
Usually, she showered in the Main Bedroom, and then the CEO would go to the Secondary Bedroom or Guest Room to shower, so why was he still in his clothes today?
Maxwell Peary looked down at himself and then at the time.
Uh...
Half an hour had passed.
He, who always paid great attention to time and never idled, had somehow unknowingly sat here for half an hour?
He himself couldn’t quite believe saying this.
"I..."
Maxwell Peary didn’t know how to explain, should he say he was sitting here thinking, and time slipped away quietly?
Ah... no, clearly not.
"Come over and take your medicine."
The butler had brought water earlier; it was just the right temperature, perfect for taking medicine.
Nia Mitchell nodded and immediately walked over.
She reached out to take the medicine from the CEO’s hand, swallowed it with the water.
Gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp!
After drinking several big sips of water, Nia Mitchell sat down.
"Uncle, you should go shower and then rest early."
Since he was always so busy, it’s even more important to pay attention to sleep at night.
Maxwell Peary nodded but didn’t leave; instead, he picked up some ointment and gently pulled Nia Mitchell’s right hand over.
Looking at the bruised and purplish skin, it was quite noticeable.
Maxwell Peary frowned, it seemed more serious than it looked earlier.
How did a short period make the wrist look so shocking?
Nia Mitchell was also stunned for a moment; she wasn’t feeling as much pain as before, but it couldn’t move.
She hadn’t expected her wrist to look like this.
"Uncle?"
Sensing Maxwell Peary’s unease, Nia Mitchell immediately called out to him.
"Hmm."
Maxwell Peary responded, then began to apply the ointment on her wrist.
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Nia Mitchell’s hand shrank back slightly, her eyes reddening.
Maxwell Peary’s face immediately showed worry and compassion, his eyes fixed tightly on Nia Mitchell.
"Did I hurt you? Does it hurt a lot?"
"It’s okay, Uncle, just be gentler."
It really hurt just now—pain that couldn’t be touched.
"Alright, I’ll be gentler."
Maxwell Peary agreed, but his fingers, smeared with ointment, froze, not knowing what to do.
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At this moment, it was hard to believe that Young Master Peary, who stood at the top in Capital Town, would have trembling hands.
"Uncle, just a little gentle will do."
Acknowledging that Maxwell Peary hadn’t started applying the ointment for a long while, Nia Mitchell spoke up.
She didn’t want to see her uncle sad.
But it seemed...
he was always sad.
"I have always been gentle."
Maxwell Peary took a deep breath, slowly placed his hand on her wrist, and gently applied the ointment evenly.
"By tomorrow, it won’t hurt anymore. Now that the ointment is applied, you need to rest well."
He put down the ointment and picked up the gauze, wrapping it gently to prevent the ointment from smudging the blanket.
Nia Mitchell nodded, her eyes filled with laughter.
"Uncle, were you nervous just now?"
Once everything was settled, Nia Mitchell started to tease him.
