Reborn as Mr.CEO’s Fat Wife
Chapter 1018: Mary Scott, You Wait for Me

Chapter 1018: Chapter 1018: Mary Scott, You Wait for Me

David Locke realized how capricious women can be.

But because this person was Mary Scott, despite his annoyance, as soon as she showed softness, he couldn’t bear to be angry anymore.

Especially when Mary Scott, like a little dog, leaned in to lick him, even the hardest heart would melt into gentleness at that moment. He couldn’t help but use his large palm to punishingly clutch Mary Scott’s slender waist, "Talk to me, what happened today?"

Even before the two of them had reunited and confessed their feelings, Mary Scott wasn’t this temperamental. In the situation where knowing there were reporters waiting outside the villa, she went out alone and turned off her phone. When they met afterward, she was drenched like a wet chicken. If David Locke hadn’t seen it wrong, when he picked her up at that moment, the vulnerability in her eyes was something she hadn’t even shown when Charlotte Leigh exposed her family history, leading to her being criticized by the entire internet.

Plus, her earlier probing, followed by her current soft demeanor—the whole thing was unusual.

David Locke couldn’t help but hold Mary Scott back, stopping her from continuing to kiss him, his gaze carrying a hint of scrutiny.

Mary Scott didn’t expect David Locke to be so perceptive, but there were some things she wasn’t ready to discuss; she didn’t want to tell him now or know how to say it, so she began to play dumb.

"How could I be? Just thinking about your previous news makes me unhappy. Are you really mad?" Mary Scott’s voice was soft, with a coquettish tone.

David Locke looked at her skeptically.

Seeing this, Mary Scott wrapped her arms around David Locke’s neck and whispered in his ear, "Honey, don’t be mad, okay?"

David Locke’s body instantly stiffened, slowly turning his head to look at the woman clinging to his neck. As he looked over, Mary Scott also met his gaze, her eyes locked onto his, she licked the corner of her lips, half her body leaning forward, pressing her figure against David Locke’s chin.

In moments like this, David Locke had no mind to ask anything else, he cursed under his breath, calling her a temptress, and went on to clutch Mary Scott’s slender waist and kiss her.

Mary Scott looked at the lust-stricken face of the man, a cunning gleam flashing in her eyes, and just when David Locke couldn’t resist continuing to take more, she suddenly backed away, pushed him off, grabbed a sweatshirt and quickly put it on, then swiftly donned a jacket, and urged, "Drive quickly, before the police come. You wouldn’t want to end up in the social news right now, would you?"

Still caught in a whirlwind of emotions, David Locke was speechless, "..."

She had him wrapped around her little finger!

David Locke looked at Mary Scott’s calm demeanor, wanting to bring her to justice on the spot, yet he didn’t wish to be in the social news at this moment, or ever. He angrily wiped his lips with his finger, "Mary Scott, you wait and see."

Mary Scott shrugged, waiting wasn’t a problem.

David Locke watched the little woman’s smugness, took a moment to calm down, and then started the car.

They arrived at Flynn Restaurant an hour later; Mary Scott wanted to get out of the car but was held back by David Locke pressing her shoulder, "Wait here for me."

Mary Scott glanced at the queue that stretched like a long dragon, and held David Locke’s hand, "Let’s go together!"

David Locke looked at Mary Scott’s earnest expression and finally nodded his head.

Getting out of the car, David Locke held Mary Scott’s hand as they lined up.

The two wore matching hats and masks. Although their clothing styles were quite different, their demeanor showed that they perfectly matched each other.

Mary Scott sensed the gazes from people around and instinctively lowered her head. Seeing this, David Locke whispered in her ear, "Don’t be nervous, the more natural you are, the less likely anyone will recognize us."

"Really? But last time Bertha and I got recognized," Mary Scott said softly.

"That was an accident," David Locke replied, pulling Mary Scott into the queue.

Flynn Restaurant’s soup buns are highly known in Swallow City, but the store sells them only until 3 PM each day and closes punctually. It was already 2 PM, yet there were still over a hundred people in the line.

Mary Scott and David Locke stood in line. At first, Mary Scott felt quite nervous, but as time ticked by without anyone recognizing her, she gradually relaxed, occasionally looking around with a face full of curiosity.

David Locke couldn’t help but ask in a quiet voice, "Never had it before?"

Mary Scott nodded vigorously; though the buns aren’t expensive, they were sold out too quickly. She had heard many people talk about them and seen recommendations online, but in the past few years upon returning to the country, she was busy making money and supporting her family, where would she find time to spend an hour or two in line for a basket of buns.

But precisely because she couldn’t have them, she couldn’t forget them. Earlier, when David asked her what she was doing, she replied without thinking, and unexpectedly, he actually took her there.

Since the two of them reunited, there were various misunderstandings amassed, along with past issues that burdened them with contradictions. They really couldn’t function like ordinary people in love; even getting a marriage certificate involved scheming and deception. Later, although misunderstandings were cleared, the ensuing barrage of problems never stopped.

Being able to hold hands to buy buns like this never happened before; in fact, the only time they ate together outside was at West Mountain. So right now, Mary Scott felt extremely new.

For the first time, she felt like she and David Locke were an ordinary couple.

She was incredibly happy!

And happiness is contagious.

David Locke clearly sensed the change in Mary Scott’s mood, the corners of his mouth curled unconsciously under the mask. He held down the seemingly hyperactive Mary Scott and whispered in her ear, "So happy?"

Mary Scott nodded, turned her head and whispered in David Locke’s ear, "Of course, look, no one recognized us. It feels so free and normal; let’s go watch a movie later, okay? The last time we went to the cinema together was ten years ago."

David Locke was taken aback, trying hard to recall it, and yes, the last time they went to the cinema together was when he was seventeen. Back then they had just started dating, their feelings were ignited and fresh, imitating the dating styles of others, going to the cinema was a must-do lesson.

Unfortunately, they only went that once; afterwards things kept coming, and what awaited them was a prolonged painful separation.

"How about it?" Mary Scott saw David Locke hadn’t responded for a while, so she tiptoed, half-coaxing, half-threatening him to ask.

David Locke chuckled softly, "Alright, will you treat me?"

Mary Scott was stunned at first; suddenly in her mind echoed the naive, coquettish voice from many years ago, "Dobbin Locke, treat me to a movie. Couples always watch movies together... Umm, and then after you treat me, can I treat you, okay?"

How did the man beside her reply back then? Oh, he said yes.

It’s a pity she broke that promise later.

In Mary Scott’s eyes, a starry longing emerged. After a while, she solemnly whispered, leaning on David Locke’s ear, and replied, "Okay."

David Locke smiled contentedly, seeing the little woman beside him still tiptoeing to look at him; he shook his head indulgently and swiped a finger to touch her slender waist, preventing her from straining herself like that.

To others, the two of them just looked like any other couple deeply in love, though their aura was more outstanding, they didn’t attract much attention.

The line of over a hundred people moved rather slowly, and occasionally someone would complain impatiently. However, due to their different mindsets, Mary Scott and David Locke felt nothing of it, and after thirty minutes, they even felt the wait wasn’t too long.

Carrying a basket of freshly steamed crab roe dumplings, Mary couldn’t wait to stick a straw into one before leaving the crowd. As a result, she let out a low yelp from the heat, stomping her feet in place.

David found it amusing and said, "What’s the rush? I’m not going to snatch it from you."

Mary stuck out her tongue and muttered, "We’ve been in line for so long, the more I smell it, the more fragrant it gets, and the hungrier I become."

Then she pitifully patted her little belly.

Seeing her like this made David laugh even more joyfully, but he still advised, "Even if you’re hungry, eat slowly."

Mary nodded knowingly, yet her hands didn’t stop, blowing on the dumpling a few times before sipping the broth. This time it wasn’t hot enough to make her yelp, but she still stuck out her tongue like a little puppy, exclaiming it’s hot.

David couldn’t do anything about it, so he held the dumpling up in one hand while holding onto Mary with the other, leading her into the mall.

Someone walking past them felt they looked familiar and said to a companion, "Doesn’t the woman beside look like Mary Scott?"

"Are you kidding me? Mary Scott here? Didn’t you see them just buying dumplings at Flynn Restaurant? With all the reporters waiting to ambush her, Mary would hardly be able to leave her house now." The companion, clearly a gossip enthusiast, replied.

"True, let’s go line up before we can’t catch up."

After a few murmurs, the two quickly ran to line up at Flynn Restaurant.

Mary heard snippets of their conversation as they passed by and stuck her tongue out at David in relief, then hesitantly asked, "Can we still watch a movie?"

"Why not? Stay natural, and there’ll be no problem at all." David reassured her with a smile.

Mary shook her head, "That’s not what I mean. I’m talking about your situation; there’s still an uproar online. You’ve already wasted a lot of time lining up with me, now watching a movie, what about the remaining issues?"

"Don’t worry, it can wait." David shrugged indifferently.

Mary looked at him, "That’s what you said that night too."

Recalling that night, Mary’s ears turned suspiciously red.

"Do you trust me?" David noticed the redness at the tip of Mary’s ears, gently rubbing it with his thumb, and asked merrily.

Listening to him, Mary shook her head unceremoniously, remembering how ridiculously late they stayed up that night, only to find David’s scandal escalating rather than calming the next day. It had been three days now, and the matter showed no signs of dying down, only increasing in intensity.

David sighed and grabbed Mary’s hand, "Even if you don’t believe, you have to. Let’s watch the movie first, don’t forget you owe me this."

"But..."

"No buts, if you keep dawdling, we’ll get recognized, and then we really can’t watch." David interrupted Mary and quickly ushered her towards the cinema on the top floor.

Hearing this, Mary glanced around and noticed indeed some people were watching them, she then trotted along to keep up with David.

At the cinema, Mary booked tickets on the app, and while she was picking them up, David bought drinks and popcorn. The two entered the screening room with grand swagger.

As it was a last-minute decision, they casually picked a popcorn love movie to watch.

It was a weekend, and the cinema was packed, mostly with couples, so David holding onto Mary didn’t seem out of place. They blended in with the crowd, following others in to sit and wait for the movie to start.

Because they bought tickets late, their seats were way at the back. In recent years, David always attended private screenings as a guest, rarely sitting in the back row, but with Mary beside him, such a minor issue became amusing.

Mary felt even more excited, her deer-like eyes curiously scanning the entire cinema, then she tapped the massage chair sighing, "Expensive but worth it."

David looked at Mary’s expression, remembering her complaining earlier about the ticket costing eighty-three bucks, and seeing her current reaction, he found it both bittersweet and amusing, reaching out to pat her on the head and pulling her into his embrace.

Being tousled, Mary indignantly tilted her little head up, "Don’t mess with my hair. What if it gets messy and people misunderstand?"

David didn’t catch what Mary meant initially, but when he saw the cinema lights dim and couples passionately kissing, he turned back to Mary, "What are you thinking in your head?"

Mary cheekily grinned, "How is it my fault? Look for yourself."

Following Mary’s gaze, David glanced around. Probably due to sitting in the back, when the lights dimmed, many couples started kissing, some even making exaggeratedly intimate sounds.

Originally, Director Locke was genuinely there to watch a movie, but now he suddenly felt the woman in his arms heating up, awkwardly cleared his throat, and whispered, "Indecent."

Mary incredulously looked up at him, wasn’t he the one clinging to her waist in the car like he couldn’t wait to ravish her? Now he deemed others kissing as indecent?

Well, well, double-standard bitch!

Faced with Mary’s disdainful gaze, David couldn’t help but recall the stunning scene he witnessed in the car, his Adam’s apple bobbing, voice slightly hoarse, "Watch the screen, not me."

Yet, as soon as he said that, Mary’s little rebellious streak flared up, not only did she not look away, but gazed even more boldly and passionately at David. Coupled with the dark surroundings, the occasional sound of other couples kissing, David’s resolve was greatly tested.

Especially since their first kiss was also in a cinema, though it was brief, to him at the time it was life-threateningly tempting and provocative.

Years later, they were no longer young, the cinema was grand and luxurious, not just a simple little theater, but the person beside him was back, as if the separation had been a bad dream, waking up with her still beside him, love unchanged.

The temptation of this feeling was too great, making David forget to look away from Mary’s lips.

Mary felt the heat in his gaze; she was the one teasing him, yet her heart started racing, feeling like it would jump out of her chest. She couldn’t help but softly call, "Dobbin Locke, you mmm..."

Before she could finish calling Dobbin Locke, a softness covered her lips. It was the very man who moments ago criticized others in the cinema for kissing as indecent, now kissing her.

Mary whimpered, then fell silent. After a moment’s confusion, her brows and eyes lifted in a smile, this repressed guy!