enjoyebooks Chapter 1289 - 1288: Young Master Peary, Are You Out of Your Mind?
Chapter 1289 - 1288: Young Master Peary, Are You Out of Your Mind?
"How is she?"The necessary examinations have been done; surely he should give an answer by now.
"No concussion, don’t worry. This bump will soon go down. I’ll prescribe some anti-inflammatory drugs."
As he spoke, Anton Swan scribbled rapidly on the prescription pad in front of him.
Of course, as a doctor, his handwriting is recognizable to very few people.
"Really no problem?"
The little rabbit earlier didn’t seem fine at all, plus the bump on her forehead is quite big.
Come to the hospital, simply get told it’s nothing, and then leave with a few boxes of anti-inflammatory drugs?
This...
Isn’t that a bit too hasty?
Anton Swan gave Maxwell Peary a disgruntled look, full of disdain.
"You’re really hard to please. You hear from a doctor at the hospital that there’s nothing wrong, shouldn’t you be happy?"
What kind of expression is that?
Why does he make him seem like a quack?
"Look at her injury..."
"Uncle."
Nia Mitchell immediately stopped Maxwell Peary from continuing, looking a bit embarrassed.
"Don’t mind him, uncle is just too concerned about me."
Nia Mitchell smiled at Anton Swan, then pulled on the CEO’s arm, indicating him to stop talking.
Watching their interaction, Anton Swan felt like he had seen a ghost.
As Maxwell Peary’s good buddy, he’s never seen him listen to anyone’s words.
What exactly is this woman’s identity?
Isn’t she incredible?
He feels so awed by Nia Mitchell, what should he do if he wants to become her disciple?
"Uncle, since I’m alright, carry me back home."
Because her knee was injured, moving was painful, so Maxwell Peary carried her the whole way.
"But..."
Maxwell Peary still felt unsure, should he find another doctor for her to see?
"Uncle, I’m hungry, haven’t had dinner yet."
Hearing the little rabbit say she’s hungry, Young Master Peary immediately stopped talking, bent over, and easily picked her up.
"I’ll treat you to a meal someday, if she’s really alright."
Before Maxwell Peary left, he said this, which made Anton Swan’s face turn dark.
Too much!
This guy is completely insane, clearly here to show off his affection.
...
Maxwell Peary held Nia Mitchell tightly, occasionally glancing down at her.
"Does it still hurt?"
Nia Mitchell was still pondering about what Maxwell Peary had said at home, slightly absent-minded.
"Hmm?"
Her big watery eyes were filled with pure innocence.
"It hurts, but if you promise me one thing, it won’t hurt."
Nia Mitchell smiled as she negotiated with him.
Hearing the little rabbit say this, Maxwell Peary raised an eyebrow silently.
What kind of condition does she want to set? She actually needs to use this matter to give a little threat?
It seems very unlikely he’ll agree to this.
"What is it?"
"You promise me first."
"Alright, I promise you."
No choice, Maxwell Peary feels like ever since he met Nia Mitchell, he’s lost the ability to say no.
"We’ve agreed to have a baby; you can’t go back on your word. I promise I won’t be careless in the future, won’t jump around, I’ll take care of myself, I won’t eat any stimulating food, uncle..."
Nia Mitchell pouted, looking pitiful.
Maxwell Peary arrived at the car, gently placed her inside, and then sat in the driver’s seat himself.
"Give me a reason to have a child right now."