Reborn as Mr.CEO’s Fat Wife
Chapter 999: Adam Piers, Don’t Bully People Too Much!

Chapter 999: Chapter 999: Adam Piers, Don’t Bully People Too Much!

Only one night passed, and Bertha Swift stood again in the same place as last night, her mood even more complex.

She looked at herself in the mirror; her complexion was much better than yesterday but still appeared haggard. She lowered her head, scooped a handful of ice water to rinse her face, finally focusing her gaze on the shower in the bathroom.

A lot of things she refused to accept had already happened, just like she couldn’t pretend she hadn’t moved the three hundred thousand transferred by Oswald Lewis, even if it was an automatic deduction, she was the one who used it.

The money had been spent; claiming this transaction wasn’t his will appeared greedy and pretentious.

Thinking about the man outside calling her a female escort and himself a client, Bertha Swift sneered in self-mockery, then loosened her already messy long hair and walked towards the shower area.

Even though it’s a hospital, the gap between private and public hospitals is huge, especially since Adam Piers is the minor boss of Piers hospital. Naturally, the room he stayed in was luxurious, equipped with all kinds of facilities.

Bertha Swift hung her dirty clothes aside, turned on the shower and went in.

For two days consecutively, she had been bumped many times, not to mention her obviously sprained left foot; after taking off the lining, the injuries on her lower back, shoulders, and back were revealed.

Some were from last night, others from tonight, the green and purple bruises layered together looked extremely shocking on her white, tender, delicate skin.

Bertha Swift tilted her head to glance at her shoulder, and the pull made her lower back and ankle sting too, forcing her to endure it while washing little by little.

Outside the bathroom, seeing Bertha Swift go in for half an hour and still not come out, Adam Piers’s expression changed from initial indifference to unease.

This unease intensified along with the ticking sound of the clock on the wall, especially when he recalled the scene of Bertha Swift fainting when he entered the bathroom last night, he irritably stood up.

He called out Bertha Swift’s name at the door, waited a while but didn’t get a response from inside.

Finally losing the last bit of rationality, Adam Piers abruptly pushed open the bathroom door; just as he was about to continue calling Bertha Swift’s name, he froze at the sight in front of him, his mouth slightly agape, his eyes narrowing, unable to take a step forward.

A thin layer of steam misted over the transparent glass, the woman facing him had her eyes shut tight, head slightly raised, washing her long hair with hot water, the black hair flowing smoothly along the woman’s beautiful butterfly spine, the water created an attractive gradient, some falling to the floor, others rolling down her skin.

Adam Piers always knew Bertha Swift had a great figure, but it was the first time seeing it so directly—the chest was firm, the waist slender, those long legs were slim and straight. Seen through the misted transparent glass, there was an indescribably entrancing beauty.

Reason told Adam Piers to leave, otherwise if the woman discovered it, she’d surely belittle him further, but his body wouldn’t move, his eyes greedy and fixed on the woman inside, seemingly intent on devouring her.

Inside the bathroom, Bertha Swift, both washing and contemplating, was unaware of the man openly watching her from the opposite side, her mind fully preoccupied with what to do shortly.

Once she finished rinsing the body wash off, she reached for a towel and bent over to wipe the water droplets off her body.

Adam Piers witnessed this entire process, especially the sight of the woman’s shapely asset directly facing him, the instant impact left him dizzy, struggling to turn away and leave; unexpectedly the temperature in the bathroom dropped, the mist on the glass faded just as Bertha Swift rose, exposing her shoulders and waist to Adam Piers’s gaze.

Still seemingly ablaze with passion, Adam Piers was suddenly doused with a metaphorical bucket of ice water, his whole body felt cool and refreshed, he didn’t even realize Bertha Swift had turned and seen him.

Bertha Swift met Adam Piers’s handsome face, startled at first, then frantically and shamefully covered her half-body with a towel, her eyes filled with reproach for the man.

Even though they were about to engage in that kind of transaction, did he really need to be so eager and lustful?

Even if they had been intimate before, at this moment Bertha Swift still felt completely uncomfortable, her expression towards Adam Piers filled with vigilance and resistance.

Yet Adam Piers was completely oblivious to Bertha Swift’s emotions, suddenly taking large steps forward.

Bertha Swift could bear no more, "Adam Piers, don’t overdo it!"

But Adam Piers was unfazed by her anger, not only did he not stop, but he was also very rough pulling open the shower door.

Bertha Swift was frightened by Adam Piers’s actions, continuously retreating, clutching the towel around her, "Adam Piers, what do you want to do?"

In Bertha Swift’s impression, even though Adam Piers had a reputation for being dishonest and flirtatious, he wouldn’t resort to force; even their first encounter was due to her being irrationally persistent due to the effects of the drug, initially, this man had refused, but now...

Meeting the man’s eyes, Bertha Swift felt panic, her heartbeat losing control and speeding up; she tightly closed her eyes, "Adam Piers, I’m ready, you can have me, but can’t it be somewhere else..."

She was already pitiful enough; if Adam Piers would still humiliate her like this, then she didn’t know if she’d have the courage to love again in the future.

Various emotions surged in her heart, making Bertha Swift feel a sense of suffocation, softly pleading, "Adam Piers, don’t..."

But as soon as she uttered this, Adam Piers’s large hand pressed heavily on her shoulder.

Bertha Swift, who had just washed, without any clothing to shield herself, felt as though being burned, her body retreating once more, her back pressed against the cold glass, eyes filled with pleading.

However, Adam Piers seemed completely unaware of the emotions in Bertha Swift’s eyes, his hand suddenly exerting force, turning her around, and his gaze fixated firmly on her shoulder.

Bertha Swift couldn’t see the man behind her; she only felt as if those eyes were about to bore a hole through her body. The chill emanating from Adam Piers made her feel cold after being burned, her skin recoiling in goosebumps, struggling uncomfortably, "Adam Piers, don’t go too far!"

But the disparity in strength between men and women was significant, and Adam Piers’s big hand holding her shoulder rendered her struggles futile; she could only brace her body, resigning herself to fate, closing her eyes.

At this moment, the man who hadn’t spoken finally spoke, his voice low and hoarse, brimming with impending storm-like anger, "What happened to your shoulder and lower back?"

Adam Piers exerted great control to prevent himself from losing control and exploding.

Bertha Swift initially thought she was doomed to be humiliated by the man tonight, mentally prepared for the worst, but she didn’t expect Adam Piers to suddenly ask such a question.

She opened her eyes bewilderedly, not understanding why Adam Piers would ask this; could it be he barged in not because of lust but because of her injuries?

Perplexed, she turned around to meet those furious eyes, stunned for a moment, then felt a surge of indescribable humiliation. What did he mean by this?

Why would Adam Piers ask about the injuries on her shoulder at this time? Didn’t he know how they came about, or did he assume?

If Bertha Swift was previously in a panic, then at this moment she was in extreme humiliation. She never thought that after all her efforts and determination, she would still have to face such questioning from a man?

"Ha, how do you think it happened?" Instead of explaining, Bertha Swift forced herself to ask back after noticing the emotions in Adam Piers’ eyes.

Adam Piers was stunned. He had already guessed how Bertha Swift got these injuries as soon as he asked, but hearing the woman respond with such anger, a trace of annoyance rose within him. Did he really appear that unreasonable?

Despite his anger, seeing the wounds all over Bertha Swift’s body up close was shocking. He felt a fierce urge to tear apart the culprit with his bare hands.

Even though she had rejected him, even though she had broken off the engagement, he never thought of hurting her. But now? This woman is covered in injuries!

Adam Piers took a deep breath, adjusted his attitude, and continued to ask, "How did you get your injuries? Who did this to you?"

Bertha Swift had already recovered from the earlier humiliation, and her whole demeanor exuded resistance towards Adam Piers. Hearing his persistent questioning, she realized she had misunderstood him, but her mood was still bad.

Especially when she thought of Oswald Lewis who, based on a video, speculated that Adam Piers liked her type and then packaged her like an item to this man. She struggled and resisted, and got injured for it. Didn’t Adam Piers bear some responsibility?

With a mocking look on her face, Bertha Swift shrugged with feigned indifference, "Just some minor injuries. Master Adam, why are you so angry unless you still like me?"

Adam Piers was caught off guard by this question. He immediately turned Bertha Swift around, facing her fresh face after a shower. The disdain and contempt in her eyes were so strong that admitting any affection felt degrading.

More infuriating was that at this moment, he was indeed feeling degraded! He had lost his mind earlier upon seeing the bruises all over her body and charged in here.

And what was the result?

His worry and anxiety, in the eyes of this woman, meant nothing?

Adam Piers took a deep breath, striving to control his emotions, sarcastically looking at Bertha Swift, "Like you? Bertha Swift, where do you get the confidence that I still like you?"

When Bertha Swift asked Adam Piers this question, it was merely to vent her anger. But as soon as she spoke, an unsuppressible yearning and greed grew within her, and she couldn’t help but fantasize that perhaps he did like her a bit.

But hearing the man’s retort, "Bertha Swift, where do you get the confidence that I still like you," pierced through the hidden emotions she had buried deep inside, leaving her wanting to hide herself away in shame.

Yet she stood in this transparent bathroom, and the tall man in front of her made the already small space feel even more cramped. Forget about hiding—she couldn’t even avoid him.

Since she couldn’t avoid it, Bertha Swift wrapped herself in a layer of hard spikes, tucking away the soft emotions in her heart, and sarcastically said to the man, "Oh, if you don’t like me, then please refrain from actions and words that could be misunderstood."

"Do you think I care about you? I’m just worried you might be filthy." If current Bertha was a hedgehog, then Adam Piers at this moment was a porcupine, his erected spikes no softer than Bertha Swift’s.

In the aftermath of that solo performance in the past, the consistently proud and even arrogant Master Adam had suffered greatly, making him particularly sensitive, especially in front of Bertha Swift.

He didn’t want to lose, and he especially didn’t want the woman to know how nervous she made him, how he debased himself time and again for her!

So, hurting her became the best camouflage.

Just now, Bertha Swift thought she had misunderstood Adam Piers, until she heard what he said, making her mock herself bitterly. How could she even think that he cared for her instead of those filthy reasons? And what was the outcome? Just another hard slap to the face.

Taking a deep breath, Bertha Swift looked at Adam Piers, "Since Master Adam despises me for being filthy, why don’t we call tonight’s transaction to an end once I return your money?"

"Haha, well calculated. To an end? What do you take me for!" Adam Piers mocked. Was this woman so eager to run away from him?

Well, he certainly wouldn’t let her have her way!

"I take Master Adam as the patron." Bertha Swift knew Adam Piers always bore a grudge against her and wouldn’t let her go easily, so she could only respond teasingly.

Since she couldn’t escape, she might as well let the man suffer a bit too.

Upon hearing this, Adam Piers’ gaze fell on Bertha Swift’s body. The woman was still covered with a towel, but after her two previous movements, it was already extremely loose, revealing enough to draw one’s eyes irresistibly.

At this moment, Adam Piers, because of Bertha Swift’s words, unabashedly examined her body, making the initially tense atmosphere suddenly become a bit ambiguous.

Bertha Swift had completely forgotten her situation when she said Master Adam is a patron, so when she met Adam Piers’ shameless gaze, she suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable.

Even if the man did nothing in the current situation, she was still at a disadvantage. And yet she had provoked him. There was a moment when Bertha Swift regretfully wished to bite off her own tongue.

But no matter how regretful she felt inside, she had to keep her facade, acting as if nothing had happened, "If Master Adam has no other matter, may I leave now?"

Saying that Bertha Swift wanted to walk past Adam Piers, but as soon as she moved, he pressed down harder, making Bertha Swift ashamed and angry, "What? Didn’t you say I was filthy? In that case, you shouldn’t be interested in me at all!"

Adam Piers cursed inwardly at the damn woman. How was her waist so soft and yet her disposition so stubborn? Why had she never shown such spirit in the Swift house!

Despite his anger, and despite his growing desire, Adam Piers’ rationality still remained. His earlier conversation with Bertha Swift reminded him of another matter.

Both Dr. Geraldine and Dr. Wright said this woman’s body had problems after her abortion. But now, with Bertha Swift awake, he couldn’t have the doctors examine her at will like when she was asleep. Taking her directly would only provoke questions about whether he cared or liked her, which would really be embarrassing, but now was a chance.

Suppressing his physiological impulses, he smiled slightly at Bertha Swift, "Yes, I despise you for being filthy. I’ll arrange for someone to give you a thorough check-up."

After saying this, Adam Piers released Bertha Swift, turning around and leaving the bathroom first, afraid that turning too slowly would let the woman catch his real emotions and a certain salute from his lower half.

Once outside the bathroom, Adam Piers took a deep breath, patted his flushed face, and looked down annoyedly at a certain place, cursing under his breath. He didn’t rush to arrange Bertha Swift’s examination but instead waited for his body to calm down.

Compared to Adam Piers’ bodily excitement, Bertha Swift felt a disturbance in her soul, with the man’s last words playing repeatedly in her mind — yes, I despise you for being filthy, I’ll arrange a full check-up for you, I’ll arrange a full check-up for you...

How could that man say something like that?

Bertha Swift’s face flushed red with frustration. She had already experienced Adam Piers’ talent for humiliation, but never had it felt so disgraceful as this moment. How dare he, how dare he...