Young Master Peary didn't think he was flaunting his affection at all; real affection never needed showing off.
He was just doing some everyday things.
Wasn't he like this every single day?
Nia Mitchell's little face flushed red as she sat there awkwardly and reached out to push the CEO's hand away.
"I can do it myself."
Her voice was soft. After she finished speaking, she picked up the tissue in the CEO's hand and wiped her own mouth.
Looking like that made Young Master Peary's heart pound even more.
"You haven't taken your medicine yet."
Maxwell Peary suddenly thought of something. As he spoke, he immediately stood up and left the Dining Hall.
Medicine?
Evelyn Peary caught that point, blinked, and looked at her little sister-in-law, whose face was still flushed.
"Sis-in-law, what kind of medicine?"
Forgive her for overthinking it—could it be the morning-after pill?
