Reborn as Mr.CEO’s Fat Wife
Chapter 1000: Brandon, why are you so bad!

Chapter 1000: Chapter 1000: Brandon, why are you so bad!

Adam Piers calmed down and called Ray Leighton to make arrangements.

Ray had just sent someone to deliver the clothes and immediately received such a request from Master Adam without even catching his breath. Holding the phone, he scanned the hospital, a row of question marks rising in his mind. A full-body check-up for Miss Swift this late at night—are they crazy?

Is it really that just because it’s their own hospital, they can be so demanding?

It’s the middle of the night and you’re not sleeping, and Miss Swift isn’t sleeping? If Miss Swift isn’t sleeping, do the hospital doctors not sleep either? Even if the doctors aren’t sleeping, what about him? As an assistant staying up like this, he might just drop dead!

Ray Leighton roared internally, but his body honestly turned around and went to make the arrangements.

As a result, in the middle of the night, the heads of various departments in the international hospital were called back for overtime, all of them grumbling, even Brandon Piers was alerted.

Since Abigail Green’s unexpected pregnancy, Brandon Piers’s workload had significantly decreased, spending as much time as possible with Abigail, and the news about the hospital was seen on Abigail’s phone.

Previously, Abigail had taken a few people from the medical university to intern at the hospital. Later, Lena Locke and Wilson Jasper were granted special permission to continue observing and learning at the hospital, and they secretly joined the hospital’s internal group, pulling Abigail in as well.

Usually, this group was used for medical discussions, but today it was full of Tsukkomi against Adam Piers.

After Abigail’s pregnancy, Brandon had been keeping a close watch. Seeing her glance at her phone from time to time tonight, he took it away in dissatisfaction, and immediately saw complaints about Adam Piers misusing his authority. His eyebrows raised, he looked at Abigail, "What’s going on?"

"You saw it yourself, that’s all there is to it." Abigail chuckled.

Brandon, seeing this, simply scrolled up through the messages, instantly understanding the whole story. The doctors didn’t dare do anything to Adam Piers, they could only complain in the group.

"I’m curious about whom Adam Piers is getting a check-up for in the middle of the night. Is it that actress he’s rumored with today?" Recently living a relaxed life, Abigail was uncharacteristically curious, big-eyed and asking Brandon.

Brandon couldn’t be bothered about which woman Adam was taking for a full-body check-up late at night; he was more displeased that, sitting right across from Abigail, her attention was on another man’s gossip instead, raising his eyebrows, "Is which actress that important?"

"Not important, but aren’t you worried Adam’s actions might negatively impact the hospital?" Abigail keenly sensed something was off about the man beside her and quickly changed the topic.

Brandon wasn’t concerned, "A private hospital differs from a public one, with customer satisfaction being one of Piers’s business philosophies. Adam is currently a patient of the hospital, moreover a VIP patient, so naturally, he can make reasonable requests, and the hospital is obligated to fulfill them. Also, the doctors summoned late at night are rewarded with triple their daily wages."

Abigail was slightly surprised but quickly understood Brandon’s point. Adam being Tsukkomi wasn’t because he opened the ’green light’ for his female friend late at night, but due to his overly sensitive identity.

If it were someone else tonight, maybe there wouldn’t be such deep resentment.

"You’re right, but does Adam still have to pay when hospitalized?" Once she understood what he meant, Abigail couldn’t help but glance at the two doctors complaining most vociferously in the group and then asked curiously.

Brandon shrugged, "Why wouldn’t he? Though he’s a Piers, the hospital has its rules that shouldn’t be broken. Every expenditure he makes at the hospital is clearly recorded, and he receives the bill before the year-end dividend is distributed."

Abigail opened her mouth, "Does Adam know?"

Piers’s private hospital already charges high fees, and Adam’s behavior... Tsk tsk.

"Oh, that I don’t really know, considering his behavior, he probably has some idea." Brandon shrugged again.

Abigail looked at the man’s incomparable handsome face, speaking in a calm and collected manner, yet she couldn’t help but laugh at Brandon.

Brandon remained dignified, "What’s so funny?"

"Hahaha, Brandon, you’re so bad!" Abigail knew that Adam had recently drawn advances on future dividends, precisely at a time when he was short of cash.

"Bad? Aren’t you fond of my bad side?" As Brandon spoke, he leaned closer to Abigail. Since finding out she was pregnant, his nerves had been tightly wound, and now that the child had passed the most vulnerable first three months, entering April, he noticed Abigail’s sleep and appetite had improved, and her face was noticeably rounder, even having a softer feel.

Although Abigail was quite proud of her successful slimming before, Brandon didn’t have strong feelings; whether slim or plump, he loves her all the same.

In fact, Brandon secretly hoped Abigail would gain a bit more weight, making her more comfortable to touch and hold, regrettably, they hadn’t had the chance to be intimate when she was heavier before. Now, as she became more rounded, he thought maybe he’d get his chance.

At this thought, Brandon’s gaze on Abigail changed, becoming more radiant.

Abigail had been with Brandon for quite some time and could easily read his thoughts. However, considering her condition for the past four months, they had exercised restraint, avoiding overly intimate actions. Let alone Brandon wanting it, Abigail herself had been longing as well. Now, feeling Brandon’s heated gaze, she gently pushed him, "Don’t mess around."

Brandon moved in to nuzzle Abigail’s cheek with the tip of his nose, "Not messing, just let me kiss for a while."

"Baby..."

"Don’t worry, I know."

...

Hospital.

At eleven o’clock at night, half of the international hospital was brightly lit.

Bertha Swift wore a mask and hat, expressionless as she left the gynecology exam room, moving on to the ultrasound room, and eventually even undergoing a transvaginal ultrasound.

After completing this series of exams, she felt like a winter ice flower, cold enough to freeze people to death.

Returning to Adam Piers’s ward, it was past twelve already, and the faster test results were out. Bertha Swift threw one pile of them at Adam’s face, "Master Adam, satisfied now?"

If Bertha Swift had any lingering affection for Adam before, it was all completely drained by his behavior today.

Adam Piers reached to catch Bertha’s examination report, ignoring the woman’s sarcastic tone, and examined it seriously, which only infuriated Bertha more.

Wrapped in an unprecedented sense of humiliation, Bertha Swift wanted nothing more than to slap him across the face.

But unfortunately, she was no longer the proud and arrogant Miss Swift, who, knowing she had sought this man herself, could vent her anger with a slap to Adam’s face.

Now she was nothing more than a stray dog, without her parents’ protection or the foundation of the Swift family. She was nothing, even losing in medical skills she once thought could outshine everyone to Abigail Green, falling to a mere third place in a university medical competition that wasn’t even at the international level.

Even if she tried to avoid it, she knew how those people laughed at her behind her back.

More ridiculously, she once truly believed she was extraordinarily gifted, her parents’ precious darling, until she gradually realized she was just a tool for the Swift family, used for name and profit.

As for now, how could she dare to vent her emotions on Adam Piers, especially since she had accepted his money to sell herself?

Struggling to suppress the urge of humiliation and agitation, Bertha Swift looked at Adam, "Seen enough? Satisfied? Or does Master Adam find me too filthy and plan to return the goods and get a replacement? Do you need me to introduce someone?"

Adam finished looking at the less than ideal health report of Bertha and looked up at her face, full of ridicule and sarcasm, his expression wasn’t much better, "Bertha Swift, you’re a medical student, with your body in such a bad state, you still have the nerve to ask if I’m satisfied?"

"It seems Master Adam is not satisfied with my body, so it’s not my fault for breaching the trust," Bertha automatically interpreted Adam’s comment on her condition as dissatisfaction with her body, thinking he found her dirty.

After all, Bertha had studied medicine, and although she didn’t have much clinical experience, she knew her current condition wasn’t good, especially gynecologically. After her abortion, being kicked out of the Swift family, she had not had proper rest and due to doing part-time jobs that required dancing, led to strenuous exercise causing uterine prolapse. Recently, she even noticed some uterine lining detachment, a condition generally caused by poorly treated gynecological diseases.

Not serious, but enough to make the man in front of her think she was promiscuous.

Thinking of this, Bertha laughed at herself and was planning to leave but was grabbed by Adam. She turned back angrily, "Master Adam, you’ve already humiliated me, what more do you want? Do you want me to kneel down and admit I was blind, and didn’t beg you to marry me, and now regret it to satisfy you?"

"Bertha Swift, you really are..."

"I really am what?" Adam was so angry that he almost swore, but looking into her hurt eyes, he restrained himself.

He restrained himself, but Bertha pressed him.

Adam took a deep breath, "Nothing, did I tell you to leave? Since I didn’t, just stay."

"You don’t find me dirty anymore?" Bertha mocked.

Adam pressed his tongue against his molars, finally unable to control himself, "I do, so we’ll just sleep without doing anything!"

After saying this, Adam pulled Bertha onto his six-foot-wide hospital bed, pushing her down, stunned by his previous words, and began to undo his shirt buttons one by one.

Bertha lay on the bed in an extremely awkward position, her eyes meeting the man unbuttoning his shirt in front of the bed, that phrase "sleep without doing" echoed repeatedly in her mind...

Even though she prided herself on being smart, at this moment, Bertha couldn’t quite understand what Adam meant until he slowly finished unbuttoning, took off his shirt, turned her rigid body over, and lay on one side of the bed, she suddenly understood.

But after understanding, Bertha didn’t feel any better, rather more uncomfortable. Was he keeping her but not touching her, a new way to remind her of being filthy and humiliate her?

Lying in bed, Bertha’s breathing trembled violently, causing the quilt to move slightly, as if there was a woman softly sobbing underneath it.

Adam hadn’t been sleepy tonight, and with Bertha lying beside him, the scene from earlier in the bathroom played uncontrollably in his mind like a movie clip.

At the time, seeing the wounds on Bertha’s body, his physical arousal was replaced by anger, just wanting to know how the woman’s injuries were caused, wishing he could tear the person who injured her into pieces.

But after the wave of anger passed, at this moment, Adam’s mind was flashing images of the beautiful body of the woman beside him, even the details he hadn’t noticed before were magnified, making her seem incredibly beautiful and alluring, his body reacting to these images.

The worst part was the woman he longed for was only inches away, he could even sniff her faint fragrance lightly.

That scent wasn’t strong, but carried a fatal attraction, making Adam want to draw closer, to embrace her.

He didn’t quite understand, Bertha had used the same shower gel he always used tonight, previously it hadn’t smelled particularly nice or unique, but why did it emit such a distinct aroma when used on her?

Adam couldn’t resist leaning forward a bit, regretting the reason he had used to thoroughly examine Bertha’s body, or maybe he shouldn’t have said ’just sleep without doing’ just now...

Though thinking this, Adam’s rational side was clear, Bertha had just had an abortion more than a month ago, she couldn’t engage in intimate acts, and even if she could, he couldn’t bear to hurt her like that.

Lying under the quilt, the woman beside him had her back to him, allowing Adam to no longer deliberately conceal his emotions, staring intensely at the person not far away.

Sometimes Adam didn’t quite understand why he had his eyes on this woman? Initially, he clearly disliked women with such pretenses...

Lost in chaotic thoughts, Adam noticed Bertha trembling more intensely, as if crying.

This idea made his brows furrow. He wanted to show concern, but feared her prickly nature, he asked impatiently, "Why are you crying? I haven’t even done anything yet!"

Bertha had endured humiliation for two consecutive days, tonight reaching its peak, her chest burned with fury, without a place to vent, her breathing didn’t calm over time, but instead, sensing the gaze from behind made her more ashamed and angry, her chest heaving more violently. Upon hearing Adam’s words, she was even angrier but suppressed it, refusing to respond.

At the moment, she was too passive, responding would only be asking for humiliation.

But her ignoring only confirmed more to Adam that this woman was indeed crying.

Adam had known Bertha for some time, understanding her too well, even when she lost her child to abortion, he hadn’t seen her cry in the hospital room, evident of her hard heart. Now she cried, did he really go too far today?

Thinking this, Adam was slightly uneasy, "Bertha, stop crying!"

Bertha internally mocked, why should she cry, but ultimately the vulnerability in the man’s voice affected her, slightly relieving the suppression in her chest, her heaving not as intense.

But Adam felt that because he had spoken, Bertha forcibly stopped her tears, his heart ached, and he could no longer suppress a day’s hidden emotions, pulling Bertha into his arms, "Bertha, I told you not to..."

Before Adam could finish, he met Bertha’s indifferent gaze, showing no trace of tears but full of mockery towards him.

In an instant, Adam felt he had been fooled!

He stared deeply into Bertha’s beautiful eyes, took a deep breath, restrained the urge to bite her lips, and commanded hoarsely, "Sleep!"