Reborn as Mr.CEO’s Fat Wife
Chapter 989: Master Adam, is this a secret lover hidden in the hospital room?

Chapter 989: Chapter 989: Master Adam, is this a secret lover hidden in the hospital room?

"What are you daydreaming about? Administer the medication to her!" Adam Piers snapped out of his thoughts and impatiently urged the doctor, who hadn’t started yet.

The doctor in charge dared not say another word, turned his head to prepare the medication, but just as he was about to step out of the ward, the ominous voice sounded again, "Stop."

The doctor turned back reluctantly, "Master Adam, do you have any other instructions?"

Even though he said that, he couldn’t help but "Tsukkomi" in his mind; if it weren’t for this hospital being owned by Piers and the good salary and benefits, he wouldn’t take any crap from this master.

"Keep everything that happened tonight confidential." Adam Piers was feeling displeased, and his voice was particularly cold.

"You can rest assured about that." The doctor understood, quickly responded, but couldn’t help glancing again at Bertha Swift on the hospital bed.

Before he could retract his gaze, he felt a cold beam like a laser shoot onto him, shivering slightly, "I’ll go get the medication for this lady right away."

After finishing his sentence, the male doctor dashed off, but was stopped by Adam Piers again.

The male doctor’s mental state was on the brink of collapse, and he looked at Adam Piers, "Master Adam, do you have any other instructions?"

The tone of his voice was almost choked with a sob.

"Find me a female doctor who is tight-lipped and good at her craft." Adam thought about the way the previous doctor looked at Bertha Swift, as well as his inner resistance and disgust when investigating Bertha’s condition, and instructed in a hushed voice.

"Alright, I will contact one immediately." After saying this, the male doctor finally managed to get out.

When the room was empty, Adam Piers returned to the bedside, looking at Bertha Swift, whose makeup had run and appeared dirty, and her gaudy dress, he picked up his phone and dialed a number.

The male doctor responsible for him acted quickly for some unknown reason, and soon a female doctor knocked on the door of Adam’s hospital room.

The woman came in and made a simple introduction. Adam wasn’t in the mood to listen; he only remembered the surname, Geraldine, and urged medication to be administered to Bertha Swift.

Dr. Geraldine, who was over forty and had a calm and reserved demeanor, did not fuss with Adam after hearing the situation from her colleagues. She examined Bertha Swift’s condition, which was similar to what the previous doctor had reported, and promptly administered medication to Bertha. Then she meticulously advised Adam, "Mr. Piers, your girlfriend’s health is incredibly depleted. If not properly attended to, it will only deteriorate further, and significant complications could arise that might make pregnancy difficult."

Adam initially intended to correct her assumption that Bertha Swift wasn’t his girlfriend, but after listening to the female doctor’s words, his handsome face turned frighteningly grim. He genuinely hadn’t anticipated Bertha Swift’s health to be this dire. He nodded, his voice cold, and inquired, "How do I go about this?"

The female doctor pondered for a moment and said, "I’ll prescribe her some traditional Flowery medicine first, and observe the effects. If her condition improves, she should continue taking it for a while. However, dietary supplements are ultimately better than medication. This young lady doesn’t seem like someone who cares for herself, so it’s crucial to pay attention to her diet."

Her final sentences were already quite tactful.

Adam understood completely, although his handsome face still held a foul expression, he eventually agreed.

But once the doctor left, he suddenly realized, how would he manage Bertha Swift’s diet?

He frustratedly rubbed his brow, when his personal assistant pushed open the hospital room door, "Master Adam, why did you ask me to prepare these things? Are you planning to escape the hospital disguised as a man in women’s clothing? That’s not acceptable; if the CEO Piers finds out..."

"Stay where you are." Seeing the assistant about to step into the hospital room, Adam’s voice sharply stopped him.

The assistant was startled, looking at the master before him with a puzzled expression, "Master Adam, what are you up to?"

"Hand me the stuff, then you can get out." Adam didn’t want to hear any nonsense, nor did he want him to see Bertha Swift in his hospital room. He snatched the items from the assistant and ushered him out.

Ray Leighton, the personal assistant bewildered by Adam Piers’ actions, scratched his head in confusion, "Did I accidentally guess right or what?"

"Guess right my ass!" Adam, annoyed by his assistant’s imagination, cursed before slamming the door shut.

Ray Leighton realized he had unknowingly said his thoughts out loud, awkwardly rubbing his nearly bumped nose, mumbling, "If it’s not that, what’s Master Adam doing with women’s clothes and makeup remover... Could there be a woman hidden inside?"

This thought shocked Ray so much his jaw almost dropped. He quickly shook his head and glanced meaningfully in the direction of Zoe Thatcher’s hospital room, thinking perhaps Master Adam has finally moved on from Miss Swift and is considering a relationship with a little celebrity?

However, the pace seemed a bit fast, tsk tsk.

After his imagination ran wild, Ray shook his head, and then his phone suddenly rang. He glanced at it; it was the master inside, reluctantly answering, "Master Adam, you nearly knocked my nose off just now..."

"Send over some porridge from Imperial Cuisine Pavilion."

Beep beep beep...

Ray’s words were cut off before he could finish, followed by the sound of hanging up.

Having served Adam Piers for years, Ray was speechless.

Inside the hospital room.

After hanging up the phone, Adam carried the items over to the bedside, looking at the woman on the bed who was sleeping with a IV drip, her brows furrowed even in slumber. He took out the items from the bag, found the cotton pads, soaked them with makeup remover, hesitated for a moment, cursed under his breath "I owe you," and began to remove the makeup from the woman on the bed little by little.

While removing the makeup, Adam reassured himself in his mind that he wasn’t concerned about this woman, just annoyed by her overly made-up face that hurt his eyes.

Yet, for the first time removing a woman’s makeup, the large young Master was truly inexperienced. Although he cursed verbally, his actions were remarkably cautious and gentle. What should have taken just three minutes, took him ten.

Looking at the dirty color on the white cotton pad, Adam was filled with disgust, unable to comprehend what on earth women applied to their faces.

Thankfully, as the cotton pad became increasingly filthy, Bertha Swift’s original complexion came to light.

Adam had always known this woman was beautiful, and now, with the makeup removed, her natural appeal was revealed. Her skin was delicate and fair, but without the cosmetic disguise, her sickly state was also starkly apparent.

Looking at the extremely haggard woman who was just a month ago quite vibrant, and recalling the doctors’ diagnosis earlier, Adam wondered what on earth this woman had done to herself over the past month. She should have recovered by now, even if she had undergone an abortion a month ago. Especially since she was a doctor herself?

Thinking of her being sent to him tonight wearing an eye mask and a sheer dress, Adam took a deep breath and dialed Ray Leighton, "Investigate what Bertha Swift has been up to tonight. No, search for everything she’s been doing during this period."

Ray Leighton, currently out buying porridge, was bewildered. His Master Adam wasn’t supposed to be considering a romantic relationship with Miss Thatcher in the neighboring hospital room? How come he’s investigating Miss Swift?

Despite his confusion, Ray still found someone to swiftly carry out the investigation.

After hanging up the call, Adam sat by the bedside, looking at the woman whose complexion was pale and dark circles under her eyes with increasing irritation.

He couldn’t comprehend why this woman stubbornly aborted his child. Wasn’t she supposed to be happy, living better? How could she end up in such a miserable and even pitiful state?

The more he thought, the more terrible Adam’s mood became. He drew a cigarette from the nearby jacket, lit it, and took a drag harshly. But the irritation within him didn’t diminish at all, instead the woman on the bed started coughing, prompting him to bite down on the cigarette butt and curse, "What, you’re offended by me smoking? Back when I pursued you, I cared about your feelings, but now what do you matter?"

However, the person on the bed continued to cough softly, her eyes tightly shut, seemingly even uneasy in her sleep.

Adam Piers took a deep breath, removed the cigarette from his mouth, and forcefully extinguished it on the bedside table.

As he realized his action, Adam gave a self-mocking smile, and finally, his gaze fell on the edge of the nightdress exposed from under the quilt worn by Bertha Swift. His brows furrowed as he remembered how she looked while dancing and the flirtatious comments from below. He tapped his back molar with his tongue, kicked the shopping bag on the floor, raised his eyebrows mischievously, used his slender fingers to pick out the loungewear Ray Leighton bought, and lifted the light quilt off Bertha Swift.

However, halfway through changing her clothes, Adam regretted it!

Looking at the woman’s thin body, even though she was emaciated and not his type at all, she had a fatal attraction for him.

Whew!

The nightdress was indeed thin. Just by untying the ribbon at her waist, he easily saw most of her body. Although it wasn’t the first time he’d seen it, he couldn’t help himself and saluted even though he was injured. There was no more intention to tease her and he helped Bertha Swift change into normal clothes as quickly as possible.

Yet, even so, when he touched her soft slender waist, the comments from Oswald Lewis’ Facebook Circle echoed in his mind—her waist is really damn slim and soft, I wonder what it feels like wrapped around a brother’s waist!

Of course, Adam knew what it felt like, and because he knew, he felt even more like he was burning with desire all over. Barely finished changing her, he went into the bathroom.

When he came out again, Adam’s hair was half-wet, and water droplets dripped down his handsome face. Hearing the knocking at the door, he leisurely walked over.

Ray Leighton was carrying medicinal porridge, and when he opened the door to see the half-wet Adam, he almost got knocked back by the surge of pheromones. Carefully glancing at the person at the door, he then quickly averted his eyes, turning his head to pass over the porridge, "Master Adam, here’s what you asked for, anything else?"

Adam glanced at Ray’s appearance with disapproval and cursed under his breath, "What are you dodging for, is there something on my face?"

Of course not.

This time, Ray was careful not to let his thoughts slip out, just vigorously shaking his head towards Adam, "No, if there aren’t any other instructions, I’ll be going."

While there truly was nothing on his face, his unsatisfied desire was evident.

Ray was becoming increasingly certain that Master Adam wasn’t planning on cross-dressing but had instead hidden a beauty in the hospital room.

Given his understanding of this young master, he must be genuinely interested in that little star; he wouldn’t dare stay here and ruin his good time, so after dropping that sentence, he turned and ran.

Watching Ray’s somewhat flustered back, Adam reached up to touch his own slightly dry cheek, "Is he sick?"

After cursing, Adam turned back into the hospital room.

Testing the temperature on Bertha Swift’s forehead, it had finally come down a bit, Adam glanced at the thermal container, thinking he was supposed to torment this woman, so how did he end up taking care of her?

Thinking back, Adam snorted unhappily just as his phone rang with a message from Oswald Lewis. He opened it and glanced quickly, seeing the message asking, "Master Adam, are you satisfied with the gift I sent you?"

While he had been feeling a bit better, Adam fixated on that sentence for half a minute before leisurely replying, "Satisfied, Oswald, you’re really capable."

The other side didn’t expect a reply from Adam, let alone being addressed as Oswald, and was both flattered and excited, "Glad to know Master Adam is satisfied, if you like her, she can follow you from now on."

Adam’s gaze stayed on the message above for a long time before he reluctantly typed out a reply, "Follow me from now on? Who are you to her, that you can decide?"

After sending this message, Adam shot a gloomy glance at the woman on the hospital bed, then stared intently at the "typing..." on the screen.

Before long, the other side replied, "Of course, she’s just a girl under a brother of mine’s wing, feel free to play with her."

Adam gritted his teeth, "so damn feel free to play with her!"

Back then, the woman he put so much effort into trying to get was now offered to him, let him play as he wished. He didn’t know whether it was him who was too low, or the woman on the bed who was too cheap!

"Oh, really?" Adam didn’t even know what mood he was in when he finished typing this sentence. After typing it, he couldn’t decide if he wanted to strangle the person on the other end of the phone or the woman on the hospital bed getting an IV.

But the person on the other end of the phone couldn’t feel his mood at all and replied once more, "Of course, as long as Master Adam wants, there isn’t a woman in this world you can’t play with."

Looking at this message, Adam even began to suspect this Oswald was throwing shade at him.

He sneered, "Well, thank you, Oswald. What does this lady go by?"

This time it took a long time for the other side to reply. Adam didn’t rush. His whole body casually leaned on the chair, using a finger to lightly tap the edge of the hospital bed, while the woman on the bed was still sound asleep, her slender wrist exposed, delicate as if it could easily snap.

And it was this very woman who tormented Adam’s mind.

As time ticked by, Oswald finally replied, "She’s just an escort, Master Adam can call her Luna."

"Luna?" Adam laughed in exasperation, his eyes falling on Bertha Swift’s beautifully sickly face, "What a great Luna, Bertha Swift, you are truly something!"

Murmuring, Adam reached out, his large hand clasped around Bertha Swift’s neck, desperately wanting to strangle her to vent his anger. But just as his hand applied a little pressure, the woman in her sleep started coughing weakly.

Adam’s hand froze, instinctively pulling back carefully, then nervously stared at Bertha Swift for a long time. Seeing she had no intention of waking up, he let out a quiet sigh of relief.

But after exhaling, Adam realized, why was he being so cautious?

For a moment, this young master was angry at himself.

...

Bar.

From the moment Adam Piers sent a message asking about Bertha Swift’s name, Oswald Lewis immediately started looking for people to inquire about Bertha Swift’s identity.

But after searching around, not a single person recognized the woman tonight, which made Oswald anxious. However, he didn’t dare neglect the master on the other side of the phone and had to make do by giving her a stage name, Luna, off the cuff.

After responding, Adam on the other end of the phone didn’t say anything further, but Oswald knew his chance had arrived.

Without a second thought, he directly called for the bar manager.

However, after some questioning, the bar manager also didn’t know who Bertha Swift was. Instead, someone knew the person who came with Bertha, Maria White.

Maria White had gone to find the friend who introduced her for payment, but after getting the money, she couldn’t find Bertha anywhere, and her calls weren’t getting through. Just as she was worried, she was summoned to the bar manager’s office.

Seeing the people in the office, Maria was a little uneasy, "Do you... need me for something?"

Ten minutes later, Maria walked out of the manager’s office in confusion, with only one thought in her mind: Bertha was favored by a wealthy young master and was going to be kept?