Reborn as Mr.CEO’s Fat Wife
Chapter 1013: I Want to Hear Baby Tell Me

Chapter 1013: Chapter 1013: I Want to Hear Baby Tell Me

Adam Piers really had an extra bed brought into the ward.

Compared to his nearly two-meter-wide ’hospital bed,’ Bertha Swift’s actual hospital bed seemed particularly narrow and shabby.

Bertha Swift glanced at it, her mouth twitching slightly, and walked over to pull open the curtain beside her, separating Adam Piers’ deluxe version of a hospital bed from her normal version, creating a private space for each of them.

This arrangement was very common in ordinary hospital beds, but it seemed somewhat strange in Adam Piers’ VIP ward.

But whether it was strange or not, Bertha Swift felt much more at ease; she didn’t want to wake up in the middle of the night and suddenly see the face of the man opposite her.

As for Adam Piers, it was the first time he realized that the curtains used by doctors for checkups had this function. He stared at the curtain for a while and finally sighed in resignation.

Currently, Bertha Swift was quite annoyed with him, agreeing to stay in the same ward with him wasn’t easy; he restrained his greedy instincts and didn’t make any other objections.

But just as the bed situation was resolved, Ray Leighton brought the police into the ward.

Adam Piers and Bertha Swift cooperated in giving statements about the night’s events.

After the police left, Adam Piers gave Ray Leighton a chilly glance, "Have someone bring her a set of toiletries and some clothes to change into."

Ray Leighton looked at the places on Adam Piers’ shoulder and hand that were bandaged, recalling what those two thugs had said at the police station. While Bertha Swift went to the side to get some water, he leaned in close to Adam Piers’ ear, "Master Adam, you can’t blame me entirely for this. I didn’t expect you to provoke them so much that they’d hit you so brutally..."

Adam Piers chuckled, "So you think it’s my fault?"

Ray Leighton instantly straightened up, "I wouldn’t dare. I’ll immediately get someone to prepare toiletries for Miss Swift."

Adam Piers huffed and then remembered something, "Have her belongings from the apartment packed up and find a safe place before tomorrow morning."

"Yes, leave it to me," Ray Leighton dared not delay.

Bertha Swift came over after getting water and happened to hear this, furrowing her brow slightly, "There’s no need, I’ll figure out the living arrangement myself."

"How are you going to figure it out?" Adam Piers retorted.

Bertha Swift was taken aback. Considering that Oswald Lewis dared to lay hands on Adam Piers, his background couldn’t be clean. With her current situation, if he wanted to do something to her, it would be too easy. Finding a place with high privacy and safety... the price...

"I know you’re broke; the price won’t be too high. Plus, your roommate was implicated by you, and you can continue sharing the rent," Adam Piers replied coolly after seeing Bertha Swift silent for a while.

Bertha Swift instinctively looked up at him, still hesitating.

"That’s settled." Adam Piers gave her no room to resist.

Though Bertha Swift hesitated, she knew it wasn’t just about her; it also implicated Maria White. And though Adam Piers was unreliable, he was still the Piers family’s young master. With his guarantee, her and Maria White’s safety index would undoubtedly increase significantly.

After hesitating for a moment, Bertha Swift ultimately yielded to reality.

Seeing Bertha Swift didn’t say anything more, Adam Piers’ lips curved upwards, giving Ray Leighton a glance.

Ray Leighton immediately understood and left the ward.

Once Ray Leighton left, only Bertha Swift and Adam Piers remained in the ward. The room became quiet, and the atmosphere turned somewhat peculiar.

Especially as Bertha Swift couldn’t help recalling her previous experiences in this ward and the man’s actions.

"I’ll go rest first." Struggling to suppress the jumbled thoughts in her head, Bertha Swift tossed this line to Adam Piers and headed towards her own narrow hospital bed.

Adam Piers wasn’t in much better condition than Bertha Swift. Unlike her humiliating memories, his mind was filled with sensual images. So when Bertha Swift said she was going to rest, he blurted out, "Aren’t you going to shower before sleeping?"

After asking, there was a moment of silence in the air. Bertha Swift slowly turned back to glance at Adam Piers before reaching out to yank the curtain wider, completely blocking her little bed from Adam Piers’ sight.

Adam Piers, "..."

Staring at the suddenly tightly closed curtain, Adam Piers took a deep breath and softly explained, "I just thought maybe you should take a shower before bed, nothing else."

But his explanation made the atmosphere in the ward even more bizarre.

Adam Piers waited for a long time without hearing a response from Bertha Swift. Finally, unable to bear it, he reached to open the curtain, only to find that the woman opposite had already lain down on her bed, covered tightly with the quilt. It was unclear whether she was truly asleep or just pretending to be.

Adam Piers watched for a while and then sighed lightly, enduring the pain to turn over and lie down himself.

Bertha Swift was alert for a while, making sure there were no sounds from the other side before stealthily pulling out her phone from under the blanket. She first checked on Maria White’s situation, then thanked Mary Scott, but still couldn’t sleep. Thinking of Director Locke’s scandal today, she opened the trending searches.

As expected, David Locke and Mary Scott’s trending topics had already reached the top ten. Seeing the netizens collectively berating David Locke, her brow furrowed slightly, feeling somewhat worried for the two. She wanted to ask Mary Scott about the situation, but realized she wasn’t actually that close to them, so she let it go.

After such back and forth, an hour passed, and Bertha Swift still hadn’t slept. Just as her head started to feel heavy, Adam Piers’ moaning suddenly came from the adjacent area.

Bertha Swift was startled, holding her breath, then heard a few more sounds. Her mind flashed with a certain possibility, causing her cheeks to heat up as she cursed "shameless," yet several minutes later, Adam Piers’ voice still persisted, sounding even more pained than before, seemingly calling for something.

Even in her dullness, Bertha Swift sensed something was wrong. She softly called Adam Piers’ name, but there was no response, further confirming her suspicions. She got up abruptly, not bothering to put on shoes, pushed aside the curtain, and walked to Adam Piers’ bed. Just one look made her heart clench, and when she reached out to feel his forehead, she found it burning hot, causing her hand to jerk back slightly.

"Water..."

As Bertha Swift prepared to withdraw her hand, she heard Adam Piers’ moaning again, this time finally understanding he was calling for water.

Bertha Swift turned to get water for Adam Piers, but was suddenly grabbed by the wrist, "Bertha, don’t go..."

Hearing these four words made Bertha Swift tremble, incredulously looking back only to find Adam Piers was still asleep, clearly out of his mind from the fever. Taking a deep breath, she yanked her wrist from his grip and quickly poured a glass of water, inserted a straw into it, and brought it to his mouth. Then she filled a basin with cool water, dampened a towel, and began to physically cool his fever.

After several repetitions, Adam Piers’ forehead finally felt cooler.

But this was still not enough. Bertha Swift dared not relax and continued to watch over the man.

She could probably guess why Adam Piers had a fever. He had been significantly injured at West Mountain before, and instead of recovering well, tonight he got another wound and lost blood. Although the wound was wrapped and anti-inflammatory medication was used, it was unavoidable for his immune system to weaken. In the current situation, his body was going through a self-repair process. Continuing medication wouldn’t be very effective, and they could only try to lower his temperature as much as possible.

Knowing the cause of the fever, Bertha Swift no longer panicked as she did earlier. She just stayed by Adam Piers’ hospital bed, occasionally changing the water to wipe him down, until his temperature gradually normalized around three in the morning. Bertha Swift, exhausted, lay her head on the edge of his bed and fell asleep.

While these two finally fell asleep, the lights in David Locke’s villa at Rose Valley were still on.

After several hours of fermentation, the Twitter post by Lilian Saxton had been retweeted by many Twitter celebrities, and its popularity was still rising. Even after David Locke’s side tried to suppress it several times, they couldn’t manage it.

Mary Scott looked at the rankings which continued to climb and pressed her temples, "Don’t these people ever sleep?"

David Locke watched the woman in pajamas pacing in his study for the umpteenth time, stood up, and pressed down on Mary Scott’s shoulders. "You go to sleep."

"How can I sleep with things like this?" Mary Scott muttered, then thought of how it was all due to the flings of the man in front of her, and she huffed angrily, refusing to look at David Locke directly.

David Locke chuckled, "Didn’t I explain it to you? Why don’t you believe me yet?"

"Believing is one thing, but being angry is another. Hmph." Mary Scott huffed again but went on to say, "Do I really not need to say something? I could say I believe you, which should make the criticism less severe."

David Locke paused, then gave her a light kiss on the lips, "Silly woman!"

Mary Scott huffed, "Who are you calling silly? I’m not doing it just for you!"

"Uh-huh, I know, but it’s best if you don’t say or do anything about this. The current situation is unclear, and netizens have been incited to emotions. Once you get involved, you fall right into their trap. By then, they will surely try every means to drag you down, which would waste all your previous efforts." David Locke gently analyzed for Mary Scott.

"I don’t care. I’m just a minor actress with no works to my name; at most, I’ll just revert back to how I was. But you’re different..."

"Shh, I care." David Locke placed his index finger on Mary Scott’s lips, stopping her from speaking further.

Mary Scott gazed at him with protesting doe eyes, only to hear David Locke speak softly, "You and I are a married couple now, a community of interests. If they deal with me, they will naturally deal with you too. If your hard-earned reputation suffers, it’s a loss for me as well. As for my affairs, I’ll handle them myself. Trust me, okay?"

"But... okay." Mary Scott wanted to say more, but facing David Locke’s earnest dark eyes, she could only nod gently in the end.

"Then shall we go to sleep now?" David Locke changed the subject, his eyes deepening.

Mary Scott did not notice the emotions in his eyes and said worriedly, "Isn’t it not resolved yet?"

"The other party came prepared, so I won’t solve it easily. Moreover, the matter is complicated and can’t be resolved in a short time. Let’s sleep first." With that, David Locke led Mary Scott back to the bedroom.

Mary Scott was still a bit confused, unable to understand how the man could still think of sleep when the situation was so severe. She felt that she couldn’t sleep at all.

"Dobbin Locke, I can’t sleep. Why don’t we think of some other solution? Can you contact that Miss Saxton... uh... what are you doing?" As they reached the bedroom, Mary Scott muttered. Having experienced cyber violence before, she knew well how those spiteful words could affect a person. Especially since David Locke had always been praised as a genius before reencountering her. Even if he was flirtatious, it was just a joke and part of his charm, even gaining him fans.

But since getting a marriage certificate with her, the nature of things had changed.

Past insignificant news was all dug up, and Mary Scott knew that this time David Locke was targeted also because last time, he offended someone while defending her. Hence, she felt particularly guilty, yet she didn’t expect that as she was worrying about him wholeheartedly, the man in front of her had only thoughts of being with her.

Her words were cut off as she was kissed dizzyingly by David Locke. Barely catching her breath, she glared at him angrily with doe eyes, "What are you doing? How do you still have the mood to do... at a time like this?"

"I always have the mood to be with you." A seductive line came out of David Locke’s mouth, tinged with seven parts of lust.

Mary Scott felt her heart race, her eyes turning misty, "You... how can you be like this..."

With two parts scolding and eight parts coquettishness, her words lacked any deterrent effect, instead sounding like she was acting spoiled, which further melted the man’s heart next to her. He held her small face in his big hands, asking with a slovenly charm, "This is who I am. So, are you going to give in or not?"

Mary Scott’s face grew hotter, but faced with David Locke’s straightforward and passionate gaze, she couldn’t find it within herself to refuse and shyly nodded her head.

However, David Locke didn’t let her off, "What does nodding mean? I want to hear you say it, darling."

Mary Scott’s eyes widened, "You... you... shameless!"

"If I can hear from Moll that she wants me, what’s shame for?" David Locke pushed his boundaries.

Mary Scott, both embarrassed and annoyed, suddenly remembered that she was still upset today. How did it turn into a discussion about this? She immediately put on a stern face, "I can say it, but you have to answer one question of mine first."

David Locke raised an eyebrow, "Not just one, even ten is fine."

"Oh, really?" Mary Scott smiled slyly.

David Locke suddenly had a feeling of being set up, but as a man, he had to keep his word, so he continued to bravely push forward, "Of course, ask away."

Hearing David Locke’s words, Mary Scott nervously bit her lip and looked at his handsome face with doe eyes, speaking with utmost caution and a hint of bitterness, "How many women did you have before me?"

David Locke froze, clearly not expecting Mary Scott to ask this, his mouth opening slightly but no words coming out.

Mary Scott actually already knew the answer, but seeing David Locke like this, she realized that what she thought she could be generous about now felt like swallowing ten pounds of vinegar, her stomach beginning to churn.

But she still comforted herself that it was normal for him to have had several women before her. After all, they had been apart for so long, and he was always surrounded by admirers, unable to resist temptation...

While comforting herself, Mary Scott assumed a calming stance toward David Locke, "You don’t need to be nervous. I’m just asking casually. No matter how many women you had, that’s all in the past. I don’t mind; all I care about is our present and future together."

David Locke, initially at a loss about how to answer Mary Scott’s question, hadn’t expected such understanding from her. His expression changed subtly, and he used his long, well-defined fingers to pinch her chin, forcing her to look at him as he asked leisurely, "Do you really not mind?"

Mary Scott felt slight pain in her chin but, meeting his teasing gaze, swallowed the words "I don’t mind" and turned her head away, refusing to look at David Locke.

She regretted it. She shouldn’t have asked this question from the start!