Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 933: Can’t You Wait?

"Flow? Hmm, you’re right." Mary Scott, flustered, pointed her delicate finger at David Locke, but before she could utter the next word, David Locke leaned close to her ear and completed the sentence for her, all while providing an answer himself.

Mary Scott’s wide, doe-like eyes stared in disbelief, her fair cheeks tinged with an alluring pink. Her lips, slightly parted from shock, showed that she wasn’t yet accustomed to the directness of the man before her.

"Hahaha..." David Locke couldn’t contain his laughter at her bewildered, dazed expression. His large hand rubbed Mary Scott’s head gently, "Why are you so silly?"

Mary Scott snapped out of it, realizing she’d been teased. Her small face puffed up indignantly, "You... you’ve changed so much!"

Not long ago, this man seemed so proper! How did he suddenly become so shameless?

"Changed into what?" David Locke’s interest was piqued.

But Mary Scott couldn’t answer him immediately. Avoiding his gaze, she bit her lip in annoyance.

Seeing this, David Locke tightened his grip around Mary Scott, pulling her even closer. He buried his head against her chest and chuckled softly.

Mary Scott felt uneasy at his laughter, suspicious that he was taking advantage of her, yet the vibrations of his laughter resonating from his chest were oddly captivating, softening her heart to the point she couldn’t bear to push him away.

After his laughter subsided, David Locke raised his head to look at the woman sitting on his lap. Her gaze was warm and tender. He nudged her chin lightly with his head and said teasingly, "Didn’t you complain about my lack of skill? Once my leg recovers, I’ll prove it to you, alright?"

"Cough, cough, cough..." Mary Scott was so flustered by his antics that she began to choke, completely forgetting to get off his lap. Her mind involuntarily replayed their recent moments of interaction, including a certain night that was far from perfect. She hadn’t expected David Locke to suddenly say such a thing, as if he could read her thoughts.

Caught off guard, Mary Scott choked herself into a blush-red face.

David Locke reached out to pat her back gently, showing absolutely no remorse for being the instigator.

Mary Scott finally managed to catch her breath and struggled to climb off his lap. But David Locke wasn’t having it. His large hand held her firmly in place, his smile unfaltering. "What’s this? Are you embarrassed?"

After recovering, Mary Scott wanted to yell at him: Embarrassed, my ass! Yet, when she tried to speak, her voice unexpectedly carried a soft, coquettish tone, making her blush even more. Frustrated, she simply glared at David Locke and said, "Let me down."

David Locke, seeing her like this, laughed even harder. He looked up at the woman sitting on his lap and said, "And if I don’t?"

Mary Scott was livid. Staring at the man’s smiling, handsome face, she mustered up some courage, reached out, and pinched David Locke’s cheeks firmly. "Let go or not?"

The tone was adorably fierce, neither genuinely intimidating nor weak.

David Locke was pinched so hard that he laughed even louder but realized he should ease off before she got truly angry. He nodded at her.

Mary Scott huffed and climbed off his lap, but not before deliberately twisting his cheeks with extra force as she let go.

"Ouch..." David Locke let out a low groan.

It was only then that Mary Scott released him. She realized his lightly tanned cheeks had two red marks from her pinch. Paired with his chiseled, handsome face, it added an unexpected contrast, making him surprisingly captivating.

Cursing him inwardly as a devilishly charming rogue, she began to understand why rumors always swirled around him whenever he worked with female stars. A man like him—talented and strikingly handsome—would be impossible for anyone to ignore.

Especially in the entertainment industry.

Thinking of this made her feel sour. "If there’s nothing else, I’m going to review my script."

David Locke said nothing.

Mary Scott turned to leave but found his silence odd. She glanced back at David Locke and saw him hunched slightly, seemingly in pain. She became worried. "Are you okay?"

She’d only pinched his face—surely it couldn’t hurt this much?

"I’m fine. My leg is a bit numb." David Locke waved her off.

Mary Scott paused, her gaze falling on the cast on his leg. She realized that though she’d initially taken care not to put pressure on his injured leg, she’d forgotten all about it between his teasing interactions. Her cheeks flushed as she thought she might have inadvertently caused the leg numbness. She hurried forward in concern. "Are you really okay? Should we go to the hospital?"

She was honestly fretting over whether her weight had worsened his injury.

David Locke looked at the worried little woman rushing to his side, her tension softening his entire being. He cupped Mary Scott’s face in his hands and pressed a firm kiss against her lips.

Mary Scott froze, her big, watery eyes staring at him in a daze.

David Locke couldn’t resist her expression and kissed her again.

Mary Scott finally reacted, glaring at him fiercely. Yet David Locke wasn’t fazed. Instead, he held her face carefully and kissed her deeply.

In the end, Mary Scott forgot to resist, letting him continue until a sudden phone call interrupted the moment, snapping them out of their trance.

Mary Scott realized what she’d just done and quickly pushed David Locke away before bolting out of the study.

David Locke brushed his thumb lightly over his lips, his smile overflowing with amusement. The vibrations of his chest carried laughter, making the retreating Mary Scott stumble and quicken her pace.

Behind her, David Locke chuckled even more, his eyes full of affection. After a long moment, he finally picked up his phone on the table. Seeing the caller ID, the smile faded from his face. "Speak."

"We contacted the program team. They’ve already terminated their cooperation with Duke Blue. Royal Entertainment has started to freeze him out. He won’t be a threat to Mrs. Scott anymore." Despite it being the Third Day of the Lunar New Year, Martin reported the situation with a trace of worry.

David Locke wasn’t surprised by the program team’s decision. When Duke Blue exposed the fabricated scandal between Mary Scott and Simon Baker, he should have prepared for consequences.

What David Locke found peculiar, however, was that the program team had previously signed an agreement to rehabilitate Mary Scott’s reputation. Didn’t this imply they’d planned to abandon Duke Blue from the beginning?

Between Mary Scott and Duke Blue, conventional wisdom would lean toward Duke Blue, yet the program team did the opposite...

Still, considering how the team personally stepped in to publicly discredit Duke Blue and generated buzz for "Detectives and Wilderness," a show dismissed initially as a flop, he speculated that their marketing had been orchestrated by a skilled strategist. An act to stir up controversy and simultaneously show him goodwill.

After weighing the situation, David Locke decided not to dwell on the program team’s motives but turned his focus to Duke Blue. "Duke Blue has struggled for years to reach his status; he won’t back down so easily. Keep an eye on him just in case."

Martin had been expecting this instruction. "Director Locke, yesterday a large sum of money was deposited into Duke Blue’s account. I investigated its source—it’s Charlotte Leigh."

"Charlotte Leigh, hmm." David Locke sneered. Duke Blue had targeted Mary Scott because of Charlotte Leigh.

While he didn’t fully understand their feud, he knew Charlotte Leigh had suppressed Mary Scott at Starlight for a long time. Lately, seeing Mary Scott rise in popularity and opportunities must have left Charlotte Leigh frustrated, leading to her repeated provocations.

David Locke had encountered Charlotte Leigh before—she wasn’t the kind to offer six million casually. He suspected Duke Blue must have some leverage over her.

"Find out what leverage Duke Blue has on Charlotte Leigh, and create an opportunity to expose it. It’d be best if Duke Blue himself takes Charlotte Leigh down." David Locke’s tone grew serious. In the entertainment world, constant vigilance was exhausting. As long as Charlotte Leigh remained, Mary Scott would remain under threat.

Thinking of Mary Scott’s background, which had been meticulously concealed, he knew that seemingly calm waters could become a storm if Charlotte Leigh uncovered anything significant.

The best solution was for Charlotte Leigh to disappear from the industry entirely.

Martin understood the implications immediately. "Don’t worry, I’ll have it arranged."

David Locke responded briefly and hung up, his work far from done. With "The Doctors" set to begin filming in March, there were preparations aplenty.

He worked late into the night, only pausing briefly for dinner.

Mary Scott wasn’t faring much better. She was curled up on the living room sofa, focused on her script, occasionally marking notes.

She knew David Locke’s exacting standards for scripts. She’d seen his previous works, though only in theaters. As for his unreleased project, her role had been so minor that she hadn’t been privy to the full script, which left her unable to fully grasp his control over storytelling.

But "The Doctors" was different. Just a few pages in, she was entirely immersed in the story—celebrating the characters’ joys, mourning their tragedies. Sitting there laughing and crying like a fool.

Emerging from his study, David Locke found Mary Scott still absorbed in the sofa, oblivious to his presence. He called out to her a few times with no response. Finally, he strode over and snatched the script from her hands. "How long have you been reading? Don’t you care about your eyes?"

"I haven’t finished yet," Mary Scott protested urgently.

But David Locke refused to return it, gently rubbing her eyes as they reddened from the emotional highs and lows. "You still have a month. No need to rush tonight."

"I was at a tense part..." Mary Scott pouted slightly, still caught up in the story.

David Locke chuckled. "Trust me, you’ll grow sick of this script later. Go to bed now."

Mary Scott grumbled in dissatisfaction but knew from his stern gaze that he wouldn’t relent. Dejectedly, she nodded but still couldn’t help asking, "Did Bernard Hume find Doreen Ted in the end? I thought "The Doctors" was a traditional, no-nonsense medical drama. Turns out, it’s a love story! You never used to make these kinds of films. And what about the female second lead role? She seems quite malicious—is that how you see me? More suited to play bad guys?"

Still caught up in the plot, Mary Scott was unusually chatty, peppering him with endless questions.

Having reunited with her, David Locke had never seen her this attached to him before. Instead of being annoyed, he found himself rather enjoying her curiosity. "You really want to know?"

Mary Scott nodded enthusiastically.

David Locke smirked mischievously. "Not telling you."

Mary Scott, "...." Childish!

"Hmph." Pouting, Mary Scott gave up on pursuing the script’s secrets but couldn’t quell her curiosity. Subconsciously, she followed David Locke until she realized they’d entered his bedroom. Embarrassed, she turned to leave in haste, only to be grabbed by David Locke, who had anticipated her escape.

Mary Scott frowned at him. "Why are you holding me? I need to go to bed."

"Sleep with me." David Locke was blunt as ever.

Mary Scott’s cheeks flushed deeply as she recalled how she had been nearly bare-skinned in his arms the previous night. "Who wants to sleep with you? I’m going to my room..."

But even as she protested, David Locke’s grip remained firm. His commanding yet slightly vulnerable demeanor tugged at her heartstrings. Finally, she begrudgingly said, "Well, it’s not completely impossible."

"Moll..." David Locke’s eyes sparkled.

Hearing him call her name and meeting his burning gaze, Mary Scott was suddenly reminded of his earlier whisper about wanting to "have" her. She gulped instinctively, feeling a mirroring desire begin to surface. For a brief moment, she even began to understand his thoughts.

Realizing where her mind was wandering, Mary Scott quickly composed herself and forced down her impulses, replying in what she hoped sounded normal, "I need to grab my pajamas first."

David Locke stared at her for a long moment, finally giving a soft "Hmm."

Feeling as though narrowly escaping danger, Mary Scott turned and fled his room. She took a deep breath and patted her flushed cheeks, muttering to herself, "Moll Scott, are you nuts? What’s gotten into your head!"

She felt she was being completely led astray by him.

Back in her room, Mary Scott calmed herself, brushed it off with a simple shower, grabbed her nightwear and essentials, then timidly returned to David Locke’s room.

David Locke had just finished freshening up as well. Seeing her in her sleepwear, her damp hair cascading down her shoulders, his Adam’s apple bobbed involuntarily. But he said nothing, slowly climbing onto the bed. Mary Scott hurried over to help him.

Perhaps out of nervousness or guilt, she accidentally bumped into his waist, sending him sprawling onto the bed.

David Locke let out a muffled groan as he lay there. He cocked his injured leg in its cast and looked at her with amusement. "Can’t wait, can you?"

Initially concerned about his leg, Mary Scott turned red at his remark and glared at him indignantly. "If I admitted I couldn’t wait, you think you’d be up for it?"

"Wanna find out?" David Locke arched his brow.

Mary Scott had intended to snap back at him, not expecting his smooth response. Her face grew even more flushed as she gritted her teeth. "If I’m not worried about you wrecking yourself, I’m worried about me wrecking myself!"

Saying that, Mary Scott begrudgingly helped him properly place his leg onto the bed before covering him with the blanket. Then she slipped to one side of the bed, maintaining a safe distance.

David Locke turned to look at the fuming little woman and chuckled, reaching out to pull her into his arms. His large hand gently tousled her slightly damp hair. "Stay still until it’s dry."

Mary Scott initially didn’t want to entertain him, but the tenderness of his gesture was irresistible. She didn’t protest, allowing him to continue until, in no time, her head lolled and she fell asleep.

David Locke gazed at the sleeping woman nestled in his arms. Moments ago, she’d been bristling and on guard, but now she was completely dependent on him. He couldn’t help but lower his head to plant a soft kiss on her lips. Relaxing, he pulled her close and closed his eyes, content.

Peaceful days always pass too quickly. On the Third Day of the Lunar New Year, Mary Scott received an early call from the program team informing her that the next episode’s location had been decided—West Mountain.

Hearing this name, Mary Scott’s mouth hung open in shock. As soon as she hung up, she checked their social media group chat, where chaos was already erupting. Stella Murray immediately vented, "Is the program team insane?"

Mary Scott took a sip of milk to steady her nerves. Heading to West Mountain at this season—absolute madness!

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