Reborn as Mr.CEO’s Fat Wife
Chapter 990: Master Adam, did you have fun last night?

Chapter 990: Chapter 990: Master Adam, did you have fun last night?

After Oswald Lewis sent Maria White away, he felt confident.

This Bertha Swift comes from a decent family, probably a typical middle-class home with no special background. Now she’s co-renting with that girl from earlier, and a woman willing to dance at a club for five hundred yuan likely doesn’t have much dignity. It’s all about the right price in the end.

With this plan in mind, Oswald felt pleased with himself. He never expected a blind cat to bump into a dead mouse; Adam Piers, such a dandy, would actually take a liking to a dancer.

Moreover, it looked like he planned to keep her around for the long term.

As long as the other party had demands, he would find a way to hop onto the Piers’ big ship.

Feeling more and more pleased, Oswald messaged his men, instructing them to wait at Adam Piers’ hospital. As soon as that woman came out, they’d bring her to him immediately.

After giving instructions, Oswald cheerfully waved to the manager, "What about the other girls dancing tonight?"

The bar manager understood instantly, "I’ll call them over for Master Lewis right away."

...

Hospital. Correct content is on freew.ebno(v)e\l.(c)om.

Bertha Swift’s fever subsided after two in the morning. She opened her eyes groggily and saw a room lit by a single dim lamp — it was a completely unfamiliar place to her.

It took a while for Bertha Swift’s brain to revive. Upon observing the room’s arrangement, she realized it was Adam Piers’ ward, but why was she lying on the hospital bed? She clearly remembered being roughly thrown into the bathroom by that man...

Recalling the bathroom, Bertha remembered the female celebrity who entered Adam Piers’ ward late at night and didn’t leave for a long time. She attempted to sit up but winced from the pain due to her fever and the earlier collision in the bar’s private room, forcing her to lie back down again.

Letting out a pained whimper, she sensed movement beside her. Bertha Swift’s nerves tensed up abruptly; she slowly turned her head to see a dark head resting on her left side.

Staring at that head for a good while, she confirmed it was Adam Piers. Her mouth opened, wanting to ask why she was on his hospital bed and why he was lying at the bedside. But as soon as she made a sound, her voice came out dry and hoarse, making her pause. She shifted slightly, noticing that her dance dress had been swapped for comfortable loungewear.

After a long moment of daze, Bertha Swift finally vaguely understood what had happened, looking at the man sleeping at the bedside with a look of complex emotions.

For a moment, Bertha Swift was touched, but rationality quickly returned, quelling her urge to wake the man.

Cautiously slipping out of the bed, Bertha Swift found her shoes beside it and slipped them on barefoot. She noticed a brand new women’s coat thrown over the sofa and, seeing the tags still attached, thought about her current situation, pressed her lips, glanced at her loungewear, and decided to put the coat on.

Wearing the coat gave Bertha Swift a slight sense of security, but her steps stalled as she left the ward, her gaze lingering back on the man sleeping at the bedside. Due to his height, his long legs were curled under the bed, his body hunched over, stripped of his usual domineering dandy aura, making him look like a large canid, appearing thoroughly squeezed and restricted.

This was a complete departure from Bertha Swift’s usual impression of Adam Piers, stirring an inexplicable pang of sourness in her heart. But remembering the words the man had said to her when awake, and how he had hastily hidden her upon seeing that female celebrity, logic resurfaced.

How could she delude herself into thinking this person was different towards her?

Her lips curled in a mocking smile, and Bertha Swift averted her gaze, carefully opening the ward door and heading out of the hospital.

The night was deep, and the entire hospital was quiet, reminding Bertha Swift of that night at West Mountain.

But compared to the dilapidated hospital at West Mountain’s horror film-like nighttime, the international hospital under the Piers’ corporation stood towering and upscale, warm even in the deep of night, with motion-sensor lights that turned on with every step. Nonetheless, Bertha Swift’s mood remained unchanged.

In fact, she felt more lost due to the series of events tonight.

As she passed the men under Oswald Lewis, they gave her a quick glance before resuming their feigned sleep.

Having removed her makeup and put on the coat, her demeanor radiated the elegance and restraint nurtured over the years, markedly different from the heavily made-up woman in a light, long dress she was the previous night. Even if seen by someone who met her yesterday, they would not associate the two.

Bertha Swift successfully made her way out of the hospital, but once outside, she didn’t know where to go.

Her phone was left at the bar, she had no money on her, and she wasn’t even sure how to get back to her rented place from here.

Standing in Swallow City at almost three in the morning, Bertha Swift felt more alienated than she did in the unfamiliar West Mountain. The city she had lived in for over twenty years hadn’t given her much sense of belonging.

Standing in the cold wind for a long time, Bertha Swift remained unsure about where she ought to or could go.

She began walking aimlessly in the night and realized the city wasn’t entirely silent at midnight.

Office workers working until late at night, small business owners preparing to close up shop past two in the morning, young men and women out for fun, public servants either on patrol or returning, and delivery guys in their uniforms working night shifts...

Walking in the late night, Bertha Swift observed the occasional lights and the few others who also found themselves on the street for unknown reasons. Suddenly, her usual pains felt too pretentious—wasn’t everyone struggling hard to live in this world?

She had only lost a child, been driven away from home, and failed to win over a lover she wasn’t even serious about. What’s the big deal?

What’s the big deal?

Rubbing her slightly gritty eyes, Bertha Swift straightened up to walk ahead, but unexpectedly, the police car she had seen a moment before suddenly returned and stopped in front of her.

Having just reassured herself, Bertha Swift stood still and straightened up like a model elementary school student.

An aging, slightly chubby policeman smiled as he observed Bertha Swift’s reaction, saying, "No need to be nervous, young lady, just wondering why you’re walking alone at this hour. Argued with your boyfriend?" Correct content is on f(r)eew(e)bnovel.(c)o(m)

Infected by the smile and relaxed tone of the policeman, Bertha Swift couldn’t immediately respond, finding nodding and shaking her head equally inappropriate, leaving her standing dumbfounded.

Seeing her reaction, the slightly chubby policeman understood, smiling as he urged her, "Alright, you young ones are truly something. Hurry up and call someone at home or your boyfriend to come pick you up. A young girl like you being outside at this hour is worrying. Any mishap, and it would be too late to cry."

Bertha Swift shook her head awkwardly.

The policeman presumed she was still upset and urged again.

Bertha Swift had no other option but to tell the truth, "I didn’t bring my phone, nor any money."

The policeman, "..."

The kindly-looking, slightly chubby policeman regarded Bertha Swift’s face, not much older than his daughter’s, noted the time, and sighed, "Get in the car, your address."

Bertha Swift was initially stunned, then realized the policeman was offering to take her home. She quickly waved her hands, but the officer had already opened the car door.

Even after getting into the police car, Bertha Swift felt somewhat dazed.

"Road map challenged?" the slightly chubby policeman glanced at her after she reported her address.

Bertha Swift opened her mouth, but the officer didn’t wait for her response, just turned and left in the direction opposite to where she had come from.

By the time she reached her rental apartment, it was already ten past three. The elderly policeman yawned but didn’t forget to nag and advise her a bit.

Watching him leave, Bertha Swift suddenly laughed, the gloomy mood that had been lingering for a long time was swept away. Turning her head, she saw people in the neighborhood busy setting up their stalls and felt much more relieved.

She probably had been spoiled by the elite education from the Swift family and forgotten what real life was like.

Returning to the apartment with a light step, she found that Maria White had not yet gone to bed. As soon as she pushed open the door, Maria White jumped up from the sofa, startled, giving Bertha quite a scare.

"Bertha, you’re finally back!" Maria White exclaimed.

Although Bertha Swift had been roommates with Maria for over a month, she still wasn’t quite used to being addressed so intimately, but realizing that Maria was staying up, probably worrying about her, her heart was warmed, and she nodded, "Something happened, were you waiting for me?"

"Something happened?" Maria White was stunned for a moment, quickly realizing that Bertha Swift probably didn’t want to tell her about being kept, but still couldn’t help but softly remind her, "You know that guy Oswald, right? He’s the young master of Lewis Enterprises. He asked about you today. His reputation in the venue isn’t very good, so you’d better avoid him next time if you can."

Hearing the name Oswald, Bertha Swift thought of the filthy words she heard that night, along with the pain from the bruise on her waist, she nodded to Maria White with a pale face, "I know, I’ll be careful."

Even without Maria White’s reminder, Bertha Swift knew she had to avoid those people in the future, but why was he inquiring about her from Maria White?

Bertha Swift’s mood, which had improved slightly, dropped again with anxiety, and after thinking for a moment, she couldn’t help but ask, "What did he ask about me?"

"Your name and your family’s situation." Maria White looked somewhat apologetic, but quickly added, "I just told him your name is Bertha Swift, your family is average, and you rent a place by yourself. I didn’t mention anything else."

Bertha Swift nodded her thanks, but still felt uneasy inside.

Maria White’s eyes fell on her coat, licking her lips, "Your coat... where did it come from? It looks like an LV limited edition."

Bertha Swift, caught up in her thoughts, didn’t notice Maria White’s expression and casually responded, "It was too cold on the way, so I bought it for a few dozen bucks at a street stall."

She didn’t want others to know about her relationship with Adam Piers, especially since Maria White was a fan of his.

In saying this, Bertha Swift felt somewhat lucky, because although the incident between her and Adam Piers was huge before, the media, wary of the Piers family and Adam, hadn’t revealed her real name or photos, so Maria White wouldn’t recognize her as the infamous woman who was once engaged to Adam Piers.

Maria White guessed that Bertha Swift wouldn’t tell her the truth, but didn’t expect such a perfunctory answer, feeling a bit dissatisfied deep down. However, understanding that being kept wasn’t exactly something to brag about and Bertha Swift’s secrecy was normal, she didn’t ask further and handed Bertha Swift her clothes and bag.

Seeing her belongings, Bertha Swift thanked her and went into her room.

Back in her room, Bertha Swift found it hard to sleep, worrying about Oswald’s possible pursuit on one hand, and thinking about Adam Piers’s attitude tonight, and his posture as he lay asleep with bent legs on the hospital bed on the other.

Tossing and turning until dawn, Bertha Swift finally drifted off due to exhaustion.

...

Hospital.

Adam Piers, feeling unwell and caring for Bertha Swift until the early hours, didn’t notice when the person beside him left. When awakened by his long legs butting the hospital bed, he saw the bed he watched over all night was empty.

For a moment, Adam Piers almost exploded.

Taking a deep breath, he called for the doctor and reviewed the footage from last night, discovering that Bertha Swift had left the hospital shortly after two in the morning.

Gazing at the woman’s departing figure, Adam Piers murmured emotionlessly, "Bertha Swift, you’re something else."

She thought he’d chase after her again this time? Impossible, he, Adam Piers, wasn’t that cheap to keep going back for a woman again and again!

Summoned early in the morning, the attending doctor, after watching the footage with this young master, was rather at a loss and asked, "Is this the young lady from last night? Her physical condition isn’t good; it wouldn’t be safe for her to check out like this. Should I have someone look for her?"

"No need, a heartless woman like her is better off dead!" Adam Piers harshly replied in a hoarse, sleep-deprived voice.

The attending male doctor shivered, recalling how this gentleman last night was intolerant of him even glancing at the female patient. He had specifically called in a female doctor for her, and now he curses her to death. Truly, the thoughts of a rich young master are beyond ordinary comprehension. But despite the tsukkomi in his heart, he still professionally asked, "What should I do with the medicine Dr. Geraldine prescribed for this lady? It was already set to be prepared by the nurse last night."

"Throw it away," Adam Piers replied curtly, turning towards the ward.

The doctor pressed on his temples, evidently not having slept well either, but just as he was about to instruct the nurse to dispose of the medicine Dr. Geraldine prescribed last night, the young master abruptly stopped, "Keep the medicine."

The attending doctor, holding the phone, paused, pressing on his brow again, and instructed the nurse anew.

Back in the ward, Adam Piers was in an extremely foul mood, scaring even Ray Leighton, who had come to deliver meals, into a shiver, not knowing who had provoked the young master so early this morning.

And while Adam Piers struggled to put out his internal fire, Oswald Lewis, having his men guard all night and confident that ’Luna’ hadn’t left Adam’s ward, couldn’t resist coming over to flaunt his presence early in the morning.

Master Lewis, carrying a huge, human-sized fruit basket, knocked on Adam’s ward door, rescuing Ray Leighton, who was in dire straits.

Ray Leighton thanked him with a glance, then took the ostentatious fruit basket and retreated outside the ward.

Oswald Lewis, puzzled, swept the room with a glance after Ray Leighton left but didn’t see the ’dancer’ from last night. Feeling strange, upon seeing the luxurious bathroom suite that came with the room, he understood and then winked at Adam Piers, "Master Adam, had a good time last night?"

Seeing Oswald, Adam Piers could immediately guess his intention and coldly asked, "Do you think I had a good time?"

This left Oswald Lewis dumbfounded, not understanding why this gentleman hadn’t enjoyed himself after having the woman stay overnight. Or perhaps that obnoxious woman had angered Adam Piers the previous night?

Various thoughts flashed through Oswald Lewis’s mind. He flattered outwardly despite feeling annoyed inside, "’Luna’ didn’t satisfy Master Adam; I’ll have her apologize to you..."

Saying this, he glanced toward the bathroom, "But where is she?"

Adam Piers ground his teeth at Oswald, "She ran away."

Oswald’s movements froze, "Ran away?"

Fuck, that bitch, ruining his plan!