Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot

Chapter 1287: Chapter 1286: A Face Change in One Second

In the past, no matter the circumstances, Maxwell Peary was always concerned about her.

Now he is somehow able to disregard everything and leave heartlessly.

If Maxwell Peary did this, then it would be strange for Nia Mitchell not to be anxious.

"Uncle! Uncle!"

Nia Mitchell stood up from the ground, gritting her teeth, wanting to chase after him.

But before she could take a step, Maxwell Peary had already turned around and in the blink of an eye was back by her side.

Seeing her red-rimmed eyes, Maxwell Peary’s brows furrowed slightly.

"Serves you right!"

Maxwell Peary muttered lowly, yet his hands naturally wrapped around her waist to pick her up, bringing her to the sofa.

He gently placed her on the sofa, afraid of touching her injury.

"Does it still hurt?"

The CEO’s expression changed in less than a second, from stormy rage earlier to a compassionate face full of concern like a doting father.

Seeing Maxwell Peary ask her like this, Nia Mitchell pursed her lips, a bit unsure of how to respond.

"Yes, it hurts."

To be honest, she had become completely mechanized, not knowing how to react.

"Where does it hurt?"

Maxwell Peary looked at her with concern; the bump on her forehead was too obvious, she had to go to the hospital.

"My head, my arms, my knees hurt."

Nia Mitchell spoke with grievance.

Hearing her list so many places that hurt, Maxwell Peary was stunned for a moment, immediately rolling up her sleeves.

Both her elbows were scraped, and blood droplets were continuously oozing out.

Seeing this scene, the CEO’s heart completely softened.

"Come, let me see your knees."

Maxwell Peary crouched down, placed Nia Mitchell’s foot on his leg, then carefully rolled up her pant leg.

Sure enough, her knee was scraped over a large area, and blood was still flowing.

Because she was wearing dark clothes, the bleeding hadn’t been noticed earlier.

"Master, let’s stop the bleeding first."

Frederick Goldsmith came over with the first aid kit in hand, his heart aching a little upon seeing Nia Mitchell’s knee.

She had fallen quite some time ago, yet the bleeding hadn’t stopped.

Maxwell Peary nodded, deftly opening the first aid kit, then taking out alcohol, cotton swabs...

Her nostrils were filled with the overwhelming scent of alcohol, Nia Mitchell swallowed hard with anxiety.

"Unc... Uncle, it hurts..."

She meant the alcohol caused pain.

Alcohol on a wound would certainly hurt tremendously.

Nia Mitchell’s face crumpled with distress, sitting there helplessly, reaching out trying to cover her wound.

"Don’t move!"

Maxwell Peary said coldly, his words carrying an undertone of concern and affection that Nia Mitchell couldn’t discern, causing her to pause.

Sitting there not daring to move, afraid that Maxwell Peary would get angry again.

Seeing Nia Mitchell obediently sitting there, Maxwell Peary quickly soaked a cotton swab with alcohol and began cleaning the wounds.

"Uncle..."

Nia Mitchell watched him approach with the cotton swab, instinctively trying to shrink back.

"Stay still!"

"Okay."

Maxwell Peary saw the look of fear in her eyes, unable to not feel pain in his heart.

"Be good, it’s necessary to disinfect, you know? It might hurt a little, but you can’t skip this step, you understand?"

His gentle voice came through again, Nia Mitchell bit her lip and nodded.

Anyway, rejecting his help wasn’t an option.

"Then be gentle."

Nia Mitchell pleaded sorrowfully, her eyelashes still damp, her eyes red.

Seeing her like this, how could Maxwell Peary bear to carry on?

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