Reborn as Mr.CEO’s Fat Wife
Chapter 998: Is it sweet? Hmm, sweet.

Chapter 998: Chapter 998: Is it sweet? Hmm, sweet.

After Bertha Swift finished dinner, her complexion finally improved a bit, but the teeth marks on the tip of her nose became more conspicuous.

She couldn’t see it herself, so she wasn’t too bothered, but it was different for Adam Piers sitting across from her. His gaze kept catching those marks, and the longer he looked, the more distracting they became.

The woman’s delicate, fair skin made the bluish-purple bite marks on her nose even more striking against her flawless face.

"Does it hurt?" Adam Piers casually tidied up his lunchbox.

Bertha Swift had just finished eating as well. Upon hearing Adam’s question, she looked up at him, confused, not really understanding what he was asking.

Seeing the perplexity in Bertha’s eyes, Adam realized what he had just asked and almost wanted to slap himself. He stiffened and didn’t respond to Bertha.

Bertha assumed she had heard wrong and continued tidying up her lunchbox, but the atmosphere had become a bit awkward.

Fortunately, Ray Leighton, who had been dazed several times, knocked on the hospital room door with Bertha’s traditional Flowery medicine.

As soon as Adam called him to enter, Ray pushed the door and saw Bertha on the sofa. He restrained himself from making a bizarre expression and walked forward to place the medicine down. "Miss Swift, this is the medicine Dr. Geraldine prepared for you. It’s freshly heated."

"So quick?" Bertha looked at the two bags of dark traditional Flowery medicine, a bit surprised and with an obvious hint of reluctance on her face.

Adam, sitting nearby and attentively observing Bertha, caught the subtle expression. Originally pleased with her dining motions, his mood soared even more, his lips curling with a domineering command, "Drink it while it’s hot. Not a drop should be left."

Bertha looked up to meet Adam’s smiling lips, immediately realizing he was doing it on purpose. She gritted her teeth in secret and forced a smile, "Thank you, Master Adam, for your concern. This is the traditional Flowery medicine Aunt Geraldine specially prepared for me; of course, I won’t leave a single drop."

Adam felt quite displeased upon hearing this. Clearly, he had painstakingly arranged for the medicine to be brewed, so why was all credit given to Dr. Geraldine? If not for him, would Dr. Geraldine have come to treat her?

However, now wasn’t the time to argue about such matters. What if she misunderstood him as caring?

He took a deep breath and silently stared at Bertha.

Bertha grew up in the Swift family, surrounded by medicine, and had been studying medicine since childhood, surpassing many peers with her talent. However, her actual interest in medicine wasn’t deep, and she had a strong aversion to drinking traditional Flowery medicine due to having been forced to drink a lot of it as a child.

Now, looking at the two bags of thick black liquid, memories of her childhood experiences caused her whole body to reject the idea. Yet, she didn’t want the man across from her to underestimate her, so she forced herself to open a bag and began to drink it down.

Relying on past experience, Bertha downed one bag in one go, her mouth and throat overwhelmed by the indescribable bitter acrid taste. She quickly reached for a cup, only to find she had forgotten to pour water in it.

At that moment, with the bitterness already in her stomach, her scalp tingled. She wanted to call out for water but swallowed the urge when she noticed the man beside her watching with interest.

Ray Leighton, who was still standing there, felt his throat itch at the sight, silently vowing never to touch traditional Flowery medicine. Yet, his master seated comfortably quipped nonchalantly while Bertha endured it, "There’s still one bag left."

Bertha’s motion to find water paused, and she licked her bitter lips, nearly losing control of her emotions. She wanted nothing more than to pin the last bag down and force it into Adam.

Adam seemed to sense Bertha’s thoughts, raising an eyebrow, "Afraid of the bitterness? You could ask me for help."

Bertha swallowed the bitter spit, flashing Adam a bright smile, "How could I be? Master Adam must have forgotten I grew up with herbs. I love tasting them, so why would I disdain traditional Flowery medicine enough to cry?"

After speaking, Bertha didn’t hesitate any further. She opened the last bag and poured it into her mouth, feeling as though she was about to transform into a bitter gourd.

Just then, Adam suddenly got up and walked toward her.

Though drinking the medicine, Bertha kept an eye on Adam’s movements out of the corner of her eye. Upon seeing him approach, her nerves tightened, and her drinking slowed, making the medicine even more bitter.

When Adam reached her, Bertha paused, ignoring the taste in her mouth as she watched him warily. To her surprise, he slowly tore open a bandage and smoothly pressed it onto her nose.

Adam’s action left Bertha baffled. Just as she was about to ask him what it meant, he shot her a playful smirk. The next moment, her cold hand was enveloped by his warm one.

Before Bertha could panic, Adam had already helped her put the remaining half-bag of traditional Flowery medicine into her mouth again.

Unexpectedly, Bertha forgot to swallow. Once she came around, a mouthful of thick medicine was forced down her throat, making her eyes well up. Accidentally choking, she coughed a few times, the bitter taste spreading through her entire body, her throat included.

In that instant, Bertha wished to cut down the man before her. He did it deliberately, without a doubt!

She glared at Adam indignantly, but due to the earlier choke, her already beautiful eyes were filled with tears, rendering her glare completely non-threatening, seeming softer and more vulnerable instead.

Seeing Bertha in such a state, Adam’s heart, which had been itching since last night when he saw her in that vibrant dress, itched even more. He extended his long finger, rubbing forcefully on Bertha’s lips before putting it into his mouth to suck, then commented, "It’s not that bitter, what’s with your expression?"

Bertha was angry, entirely unprepared for Adam’s action. She looked up directly at him, witnessing his every move and subtle expression. That action and expression were so suggestive that her heart raced, dispersing her anger, leaving her staring blankly at Adam.

Meanwhile, Ray Leighton behind them was nearly going mad. He initially stayed to figure out Adam’s ploy and how to deal with the following events. He couldn’t have imagined their master being so flamboyant, touching Miss Swift’s lips to taste the medicine, then claiming it wasn’t bitter. How did he even manage to say that?

Ray stood rooted, eyes closed, contemplating life.

But before he could think for long, Adam turned and kicked his leg, mouthing, "Water."

Ray snapped back and remembered Bertha needed water after the traditional Flowery medicine, quickly turning to pour some.

"Miss Swift, have some water." Ray offered the water in front of Bertha after pouring it.

Bertha finally snapped back from Adam’s actions, retching as the bitterness grew due to the choke. Ignoring formalities, she took the water and gulped it down.

Ray breathed a sigh of relief. He figured tonight’s situation was a bit out of his depth and planned to sneak away, only to hear a lingering voice behind him, "Where’s my water?"

"Ah?" Ray caught himself and hurried to pour a glass for his master too.

Adam wasn’t as desperate as Bertha, but he wasn’t much better off, his mouth filled with an indescribable bitterness.

He didn’t expect that just a taste of the woman’s lips would be so bitter. Seeing Bertha Swift’s eyes, as clear as Blueocean, his heart softened a little. He picked an apple from the fruit plate and placed it in front of Bertha Swift.

Earlier, if Bertha Swift thought this man had a moment of conscience, after what had happened just now, she now perceived everything Adam Piers did as a way of tormenting her, her whole being resisting.

Adam Piers was annoyed, "Eat it if you want, if not, forget it."

Bertha Swift didn’t say anything, her mouth and throat still bitter. From the corner of her eye, she glanced at the apple in front of her and unconsciously licked her lips.

Adam Piers noticed and smiled, turning his head to look at Ray Leighton, "What’s up?"

"It’s like this, Master Adam..."

"Let’s talk outside." Adam Piers interrupted just as Ray Leighton began to speak.

Ray Leighton understood this was to avoid Miss Swift, so he quickly walked out of the ward. Adam Piers casually followed, and as he closed the door, he glanced at Bertha Swift sitting there, noticing her gaze was still on the apple, with an increasingly pronounced smile.

But the smile vanished sharply when facing Ray Leighton, "Speak, what’s the matter."

The tone was rather impatient, quintessentially Adam Piers.

Ray Leighton had just been sympathetic towards Bertha Swift, but now began to mourn for himself. However, mourning aside, he still had to report the issue, "Master Adam, the rumors about you and Miss Thatcher have been suppressed, but the impact is quite significant. Although the trending topics have been removed, it has attracted a wave of slash fans. You’d better be cautious in the future since the online fan community isn’t very mature. If they find out about you and Miss Swift... well, you get it."

"I don’t get it." Adam Piers snapped back at Ray Leighton without a moment’s hesitation.

Ray Leighton was speechless, thinking, who would understand if you don’t comprehend the trap you set for yourself?

Thinking back to the morning when Ray Leighton speculated that Piers might have stirred up rumors with Miss Thatcher because he had feelings for her, yet feared that the family would disapprove due to her being in the entertainment industry, hence laying such groundwork to cause a stir, making old Master Piers have to accept it.

But now, seeing how entangled Master Adam and Miss Swift were again, and Miss Thatcher being sent away, it seemed different.

Ray Leighton, a young man not well-versed in relationships, couldn’t analyze such a complex situation, so he continued to report, "I’ve sent the recent situation about Miss Swift to your email, as requested. Nothing unusual."

"No one from the Swift family came looking?" Adam Piers thought about how both doctors said Bertha Swift was malnourished yesterday, feeling very upset.

Ray Leighton shook his head, "No, but the Swift family is currently facing many crises. General Manager Miller is worrying over a project and will probably have to turn to Miss Swift soon."

Although his words were veiled, Adam Piers understood.

Due to Bertha Swift’s abortion issue, he announced the annulment of their engagement, shattering the Swift family’s dream of connecting with the Piers family, prompting them to seek other methods, possibly even sending Bertha to someone else.

Thinking of this, Adam Piers rubbed his forehead, "Keep an eye on Zoe Thatcher’s situation, make sure no women get involved in it, or you’ll have to answer to me."

Ray Leighton’s body stiffened, and he instinctively glanced toward the ward. If he didn’t know by now who was more important to Master Adam, he’d be a fool.

It was puzzling how, after being hurt so badly by the woman inside, Master Adam was entangled with her again so soon. Earlier, Miss Swift wore female clothing, presumably the ones Master Adam had him buy last night.

So it wasn’t Master Adam disguising as a woman to escape the hospital; it was Bertha Swift who was in Master Adam’s ward last night. Even Dr. Geraldine was called in for Bertha Swift.

Ray Leighton couldn’t believe that in the end, this dandy young master was brought down by a woman, and twice at that. Who knows how it would end this time!

"Don’t worry, Master Adam." Ray Leighton agreed and planned to leave, only to be stopped by Adam Piers behind him, asking somewhat puzzled, "Master Adam, do you have other instructions?"

"Have someone send two sets of fresh clothes over, same size as yesterday." Adam Piers instructed, pausing, "Have a woman pick them."

Ray Leighton suddenly thought of something, "So... should that be sent to you?"

Though he didn’t particularly like Bertha Swift, he knew she’d recently had an abortion, likely unfit for pregnancy again.

Adam Piers didn’t immediately understand until Ray Leighton gestured at him, prompting him to kick the man aside, "Get out."

Ray Leighton was kicked so hard he nearly crashed into the elevator. He awkwardly rubbed his nose, looked back at Adam Piers mournfully, puzzled whether he should buy it or not.

Adam Piers paid no mind to Ray Leighton’s head full of questions and adjusted his shirt before walking towards the ward. He didn’t go in right away but stood for a while before pushing the door open.

Bertha Swift had just finished eating a whole apple, with the bitterness in her mouth finally fading, though her abdomen felt bloated. She initially intended to go to the bathroom, but seeing Adam Piers enter, she awkwardly sat back down, glimpsing at the apple before her, and tugged the nearby fruit basket, thinking it wouldn’t be noticeable, right?

Adam Piers noticed all these little actions in Bertha Swift, realizing for the first time that this woman was both immature and cute, entirely unlike the cold, aloof person he’d thought she was. How did he end up being a bootlicker, putting her on a pedestal and restraining his own nature in hopes that she would feel he was no different from Brandon Piers and willingly marry him?

After a moment of self-mockery, Adam Piers casually took the apple from in front of Bertha Swift and lazily asked, "Is it sweet?"

But before Bertha Swift could react, Adam Piers took a bite, the sweet juice spreading throughout his mouth, completely masking the remaining taste of traditional Flowery medicine, and he smirked, "Hmm, quite sweet."

Bertha Swift blushed at Adam’s previous question, with a voice in her head continually echoing—he knows, he knows...

But when the man said it was quite sweet, she didn’t quite understand what he meant, pursing her suddenly sweet lips, "Um, I’m going to the bathroom."

"Huh? Clean yourself up." Adam Piers raised his brows, casting a meaningful look at Bertha Swift.

Bertha Swift wanted to say she was only going to the toilet, but considering her awkward situation, she felt any explanation was futile.

Even worse, once she entered the bathroom, she recalled last night’s incomplete events disrupted when Zoe Thatcher came in, leaving her drowsily asleep in the bathroom with no recollection. But tonight?

Could she escape unscathed again? Thinking about her not fully recovered body, Bertha Swift’s face turned pale once more, having just regained some color.