Reborn as Mr.CEO’s Fat Wife
Chapter 997 I don’t mind feeding it to you myself

Chapter 997: Chapter 997 I don’t mind feeding it to you myself

Bertha Swift didn’t expect that Adam Piers’ immediate reaction was to ask the doctor to check her ankle.

She sat down with mixed feelings, pulled up her pants, and felt a pair of cold eyes on her, making her feel uneasy all over.

Moreover, as the doctor grasped her ankle, those eyes became increasingly impossible to ignore. The doctor beside her obviously felt the same pressure, his hand first stiffened, then began to tremble slightly. Bertha couldn’t help but look in Adam Piers’ direction.

"Um... can you leave?" Bertha met Adam’s chilling gaze, pursed her lips, and spoke up, enduring the pressure from his presence.

Adam pointed at himself and then at the door, "You’re asking me to leave?"

"Yeah, like this..." Bertha nodded lightly, then glanced at the doctor whose hand was trembling more and more, "Like this, the doctor can’t check my foot."

Dr. Wright reached out to wipe the nonexistent cold sweat, silently giving a thumbs-up to the woman in front of him, admiring her courage.

Adam initially had the urge to lash out upon seeing Dr. Wright holding Bertha’s foot, and now hearing Bertha ask him to leave, his face turned even darker. What did this woman mean, chasing him out and leaving the old man to touch her?

"If you can’t do it, then don’t!" Adam irritably threw out these words, and then looked towards the doctor.

Dr. Wright, completely caught in undeserved trouble, quickly rose "I’ll go call Dr. Geraldine."

With that, Dr. Wright fled the ward like a chased man, not forgetting to close the door for Adam on his way out.

Listening to the bang of the closing door, Bertha’s eyebrows twitched. Whatever subtle touch of being moved by the man finding a doctor for her foot was shattered.

She should never have had any illusions about a man like Adam.

Adam sensed the cold, rejecting aura emanating from Bertha, pressed his brow, and his gaze unwillingly fell on her delicate, fair ankle. He spoke with a harsh tone, "Don’t want other men to touch you, huh? You’re disappointed?"

The conversation had turned sour, and Bertha felt a surge of anger in her chest, "Adam, do you have to make it sound so harsh?"

"That’s harsh?" Seeing Bertha get angry inexplicably soothed Adam’s mood a bit.

Bertha lowered her head and remained silent, aware that their positions were not equal, the more she said, the more she’d become a joke to him.

Adam didn’t expect Bertha to fall silent after just one round, it felt like punching cotton, suppressing his anger. Yet when he faced her sunken posture, low spirits, slightly reddened nose, and pale, delicate face, his heart softened tremendously. He noticed one hand supporting her injured leg and the other pressing on her belly since she sat down. He licked his dry lips, "Hungry?"

The abrupt change of topic left Bertha somewhat at a loss, and she looked at the man in bewilderment and confusion.

Adam realized his internal thoughts slipped out, coughed in disguise, then resumed his usual impatient demeanor, "I’m hungry!"

Bertha felt confused by Adam’s continuous comments, if he’s hungry, why doesn’t he go eat?

Just as she thought this, the man had already taken out his phone, dialed a number, and listed several dishes.

Bertha wisely closed her mouth, continuing as the air doll she was.

The ward plunged into a strange silence.

Adam irritably grabbed his hair, only realizing then that he’d been standing since entering the ward. He glanced at where Bertha was sitting, blew the stray hair on his forehead, and sat at the other end of the sofa, lowering his head to consult Google.

"How to spend time alone with a woman?"

"After buying a woman I like, how can I get her to be kinder to me?"

"What are women really thinking?"

"..."

Adam finished asking and saw various chaotic replies from Google, none of them helpful. After reading them, he felt even more irritated and threw his phone away.

The phone bounced almost hitting Bertha.

Bertha shrunk back from the sudden attack, looking at Adam with vigilance.

Facing Bertha’s gaze, Adam’s mood worsened, couldn’t help but curse, "Fuck."

Bertha took a deep breath, how could she have been so blind in the past to have feelings for such a low-quality man?

Feeling Bertha’s contemptuous look, Adam almost swore again but remembering her reaction to his previous curse, he held it back forcefully, rose, pressed the intercom to the nurse’s station, and urged impatiently, "When will Dr. Geraldine arrive? Is she giving birth or reincarnating?"

The young nurse at the station was clearly frightened, responded tremblingly, and promptly hung up.

Adam closed his eyes and seemed ready to explode when fortunately, there was a knock at the door.

The forty-year-old Dr. Geraldine walked in, meeting Adam with a teasing reprimand, "You brat, even your brother is polite to me, but you, little punk, dare say such things!"

Adam felt embarrassed hearing how respectful Brandon Piers is to this doctor, forced a smile, and pointed at Bertha on the sofa, "Please take a look at her, also her sprained foot, could you handle that too?"

This time his tone was better.

Dr. Geraldine listened and her gaze fell on Bertha. She hadn’t recognized her before due to heavy makeup, now she was surprised, "Bertha?"

Bertha didn’t expect it to be Dr. Geraldine, got up feeling awkward, "Aunt Geraldine."

Adam didn’t expect the two to know each other, casually furrowed his brow, didn’t interject.

"Why are you here? I heard from your mom you had a falling out with your family over Piers..." Dr. Geraldine hadn’t expected the patient Adam asked her to see was Bertha but stopped mid-sentence, realizing Adam was there, "Let me check your condition first."

Dr. Geraldine moved forward to check Bertha, results similar to last night’s, sighed, "You’re studying medicine but still can’t look after yourself, what will you do if this goes on? You’re young, you can’t... forget it, let me check your foot."

With Adam present, Dr. Geraldine refrained from speaking much, examined Bertha’s foot, "Sprained, swollen, not serious, apply anti-inflammatory ointment, avoid strenuous activities for the next few days."

"Thank you, Aunt Geraldine." Unlike her coldness towards Adam, Bertha, facing the caring Aunt Geraldine, was noticeably more affectionate and gentle.

Adam stood not far away, witnessed Bertha’s attitudes towards him versus others, felt uneasy, inexplicably agitated, took a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and went inside the bathroom.

Once he left, Dr. Geraldine worriedly asked, "What’s going on with that master? Didn’t you hate him so much you ended the pregnancy to dissolve the engagement? Why are you together again... your mom is very worried, if you really have something going on with him, why not acknowledge your mistake with the family?"

Rosalind sighed as she spoke, "However, this gentleman’s abilities are average, yet his temper is considerable. He has only been in the hospital a few days and already caused an uproar. He clearly isn’t an easy person to deal with, and his private life is chaotic. You actually weren’t wrong back then — it’s just your father... sigh, forget it. Just consider Aunt Geraldine’s earlier words unspoken; how you choose is up to you young people."

Rosalind had some insight into the Swift family’s matters. Mr. Swift was a man driven by profit; if raising a daughter couldn’t yield benefits, it would be a waste. Her best friend, Bertha Swift’s mother, lacked decision-making skills: she was well-versed in beauty and health preservation, but utterly unreliable in managing her husband or helping her daughter.

"Thank you, Aunt Geraldine, I know you mean well for me. But there’s honestly nothing between him and me. This was just an accident," Bertha Swift couldn’t explain to Dr. Geraldine the necessity of her decision to end the pregnancy or the reasons she ended up with Adam Piers again, leaving her words vague.

As for Dr. Geraldine’s suggestion for her to go home and admit her mistakes, Bertha remained unmoved. She knew very well that her father’s aim for her to marry into the Piers family had failed this time. Returning and admitting mistakes would certainly mean accepting his other arrangements.

And those arrangements would inevitably involve seeking another Piers family.

Now, the Swift family, appearing honorable yet internally corrupt, was in desperate need of an external ally. And Bertha, teased as the number one socialite of Swallow City, became her father’s sharpest tool.

Initially, she made every effort to reach the Piers family, to climb up to Brandon Piers, all in hopes of breaking free from her father’s control and avoiding marriage meetings with various oily so-called business elite or born in the purple individuals, or even divorced or widowed successful men. However, despite all her schemes to win over Brandon Piers’s mother, she failed to get that man, and instead unintentionally got involved with Adam Piers.

Even more unexpectedly, she got pregnant and was pursued by Adam.

Initially, her father disapproved of them. During that period, due to Brandon Piers’s sweeping reform of the Piers family, she was forced to avoid Adam. Fortunately, after Brandon’s purge, the second branch of the Piers family, which was least favored, not only didn’t fall into the miserable state of the other branches but also saw Adam enter the Piers upper management, taking over new projects. This change in Adam’s situation led her father to change his attitude, starting to curry favor with Adam, and she, too, was compelled to keep the child upon discovering her pregnancy.

Bertha Swift originally thought she would end up marrying Adam Piers; while there was some unwillingness in her heart, she eventually resigned herself to fate as their relationship deepened with each passing day. Unfortunately...

Bertha remembered going to a nearby hospital due to stomach pain, receiving the same result after a re-examination for reassurance. The coldness that wrapped her, the final forced decision, and the misunderstanding from her parents and Adam.

A faint pain spread in her heart; she thought she could face the loss of the child calmly after more than a month, but realized she couldn’t.

Whenever she recalled, her heart would still ache incessantly.

"Bertha, Bertha... are you alright?" Rosalind called softly with concern when she noticed Bertha Swift’s eyes unfocused after speaking.

Hearing the voice, Bertha pulled her thoughts back from drifting, giving Dr. Geraldine a forced smile, "Aunt Geraldine, I’m fine."

"You don’t seem fine at all," Rosalind said, somewhat distressed for Bertha Swift.

Yet Bertha shook her head, "I’m really fine."

"You child..."

Knock, knock, knock!

Just as Dr. Geraldine wanted to say more, a sudden knock on the door interrupted her.

And at that moment, Adam Piers walked out of the restroom and shouted to the person outside, "Come in."

Ray Leighton entered carrying two large food boxes after the door was pushed open.

"Put them down," Adam pointed to the coffee table.

Ray Leighton placed the items down, filled with questions but finding no opportunity to ask as Adam dismissively said, "Get out."

After promptly delivering Zoe Thatcher and fetching meals from the Imperial Cuisine Pavilion, Ray thought, "..."

He felt wronged but couldn’t complain.

Seeing Adam preparing to have dinner, Dr. Geraldine stood up and said, "I won’t disturb Master Adam’s meals then, about Bertha’s room, I’ll arrange it at..."

"She’s sleeping here," Adam bluntly interrupted Dr. Geraldine.

Rosalind was momentarily taken aback, her mouth opening as if to speak again, but seeing Bertha’s pale face, devoid of color and resistance, she sighed inwardly, "I’ll go heat up the previously boiled medicine. It’s just right for after meals."

With that, Dr. Geraldine left the room.

Because Adam declared that she would spend the night here in front of Dr. Geraldine, Bertha felt her mind buzzing, hardly catching Rosalind’s latter words, just knowing she went to warm the medicine for her.

She bit her lip in distress, knowing fully well that Adam did this deliberately but could only resign herself to being humiliated.

Thinking about the sizzling thirty-thousand yuan that had been credited to her mobile payment app and the deducted eleven-thousand, her heart ached, yet there was nothing she could do, subjecting herself to the humiliation.

Bam.

When Bertha’s embarrassment reached its peak, the man placed a box of takeout in front of her with a thud.

Looking up, Bertha met Adam’s handsome face, that always carried an air of impatience and disdain for the world, tempting her to slap the food box lid on his head.

Yet, it was a fleeting impulse, as the man’s commanding voice came, "Eat it."

Bertha hadn’t expected Adam to order food for her, but in her rotten mood, she had no appetite at all.

Adam, after taking a few bites of his portion, noticed the lack of movement across and looked up unpleasantly, "If you won’t eat it yourself, I don’t mind feeding you in person."

Having said that, Adam curled his lips mischievously, sticking his chopsticks into a piece of meat.

A shiver ran through Bertha; she wasn’t sure how Adam would feed her, but it certainly wouldn’t be a pleasant experience. She hurriedly opened her portion and, with her head down, swallowed the first mouthful hastily, then paused.

Looking up puzzled at the man, she noticed that although Adam had a bad temper, his eating manner was slow and methodical, with an inherent noble elegance, starkly different from his usual dandy persona.

This wasn’t Bertha’s first time watching Adam dine, yet she still couldn’t help being captivated briefly, only to have the man look up, "Do you want me to feed you that much?"

That fleeting emotion Bertha felt shattered, and she bowed her head earnestly to eat her meal.

Although it was takeout, being from the Imperial Cuisine Pavilion, each dish was extraordinarily exquisite, and the flavors hadn’t diminished due to the packaging. More importantly, as if by coincidence, every item in the meal box was something she liked.

These days, Bertha’s meals were instant noodles or simple vegetable noodles. With an empty stomach exacerbated by her illness, even today’s indulgent takeout was just vegetable porridge; though the place had good reviews, the taste was rather mediocre, and she could only finish it by forcing herself for her health’s sake.

But the food before her was different, every bite soothing her deprived stomach, allowing her body to relax, savoring each bite with care and appreciation.

Adam, not sensing any movement across, looked up to find Bertha, like a small hamster, intently eating the food before her. Her constantly tense body relaxed, completely immersed in the delicacy, even her formerly pallid face showing a healthy flush. His lips involuntarily curved upward as he cursed inwardly, stupid woman!