CHAPTER 77: CHAPTER 77 SWEET BREAKFAST TIME (ADDITIONAL UPDATE)

Maxwell Peary remained in his current position and pondered deeply for quite a while.

"Uncle?"

Seeing him motionless, Nia Mitchell called out tentatively.

Her soft voice came. Evelyn Peary’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and a thrill went through him. So, he leaned over, pressing close, and proceeded to devour a certain Rabina Mitchell again and again.

「The following day—」

After Maxwell Peary finished his morning routine and was changing clothes, he walked over to the bedside. A certain Rabina Mitchell was still fast asleep, even though the sun was already high.

"Nia."

Maxwell Peary called out, continuing to fasten the buttons on his shirt.

"Don’t bother me."

Nia Mitchell flipped over and continued to sleep soundly. This soft bed is the most comfortable; I can never get enough sleep!

"If you don’t get up now, you’ll be late for work. Today is your first day reporting in as Mrs. Peary."

Nia Mitchell suddenly sat up in bed, grabbed her phone, and checked the time. Oh no, it’s already eight o’clock!

"It takes half an hour to drive to the Company from here."

Nia Mitchell quickly scrambled out of bed and dashed into the bathroom.

Seeing her whirlwind of activity, Maxwell Peary shook his head. My dull daily life has become so much more interesting since she came along.

After Maxwell Peary finished dressing, he headed downstairs. Just as he settled into his seat in the Dining Hall, Nia Mitchell came sprinting in.

"Slow down, don’t fall."

Maxwell Peary frowned. She’s far too impetuous.

Nia Mitchell stuck out her little tongue and made a face.

"It’s not that easy for me to fall. This is called ’an inch of time is an inch of gold’—time is money!"

Saying this, she plopped down next to Maxwell Peary. Seeing them, the butler instructed the servants to serve breakfast.

Mm, these are all my favorites!

But what on earth is that cup of coffee? Why is it in front of Maxwell Peary?

"Uncle, do you drink this?"

Maxwell Peary paused, then remembered. Nia really dislikes this kind of thing.

"Change mine to be the same as my wife’s."

He glanced up, then picked up the newspaper from the table.

The butler and servants stood frozen in place for a long moment before hurriedly scrambling to the kitchen to prepare congee. Heavens! Young Master Peary actually wants a Chinese-style breakfast!

Nia Mitchell, sitting beside Maxwell Peary, naturally had no idea what the butler and the staff were thinking. She frowned at the man engrossed in his newspaper.

After staring at him for a good while without him showing any sign of noticing, she pouted. "Uncle, can you please not read the newspaper?"

Maxwell Peary raised an eyebrow. I noticed her staring at me a while ago. She’s not the type to keep things bottled up.

"Hmm? It’s a habit of mine. Reading the newspaper during breakfast saves time, and it isn’t boring. It’s how I’ve always spent my mornings."

"But then there’s no one to talk to me, and it feels so cold and impersonal," she said aggrievedly, poking at the soup dumplings in front of her with her chopsticks.

"Oh?"

Maxwell Peary put down the newspaper, a smile in his eyes.

"Mrs. Peary, what would you like to discuss with me?"

Nia Mitchell smiled sweetly. Just then, a servant brought over the congee. Nia took it and carefully placed it in front of Maxwell Peary.

"We could talk about today’s breakfast! Uncle, try these soup dumplings. Of all the breakfast dishes, these are my absolute favorite."

Nia Mitchell picked up a soup dumpling with her chopsticks and offered it to Maxwell Peary. Then, she joyfully picked up one for herself, popping the entire thing into her mouth. Her cheeks puffed out as she chewed, her large, sparkling eyes accentuating her expression.

So adorable!

The butler had been observing Young Master Peary. He watched in awe as Young Master Peary copied the Young Mistress, popping an entire soup dumpling into his mouth and chewing with puffed-out cheeks.

This world has turned surreal!