Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 938: This Man Is Sick

Knock, knock, knock.

Mary Scott only realized her voice was dry and raspy when she spoke, utterly lacking strength, while the knocking outside continued relentlessly.

Each knock seemed to hit her heart directly, tightening every fiber of her being.

Taking a deep breath, Mary walked barefoot toward the door, curious about who was outside. Just as she approached, the knocking abruptly stopped, followed by the sudden ringing of her phone.

Mary, whose nerves were stretched to their limit, nearly jumped at the sound of the ringtone. It took her a moment to collect herself before noticing the caller ID: David Locke.

She frowned in confusion. Was he calling in the middle of the night because he’d seen the trending scandal? After hesitating for a while, she pressed the answer button. But the accusatory words she expected never came; instead, there were only two concise ones: "Open the door."

Mary thought she must have heard him wrong, staring dumbly at her phone. The man’s voice came again from the other end, "Hmm?" ƒree𝑤ebnσvel-com

"Oh." Mary snapped back to reality, finally piecing together the situation. So, David Locke was the one knocking outside. But his legs...

Thinking of it, Mary hurriedly opened the door. What greeted her was the sight of a man seated in a wheelchair, still holding his phone.

Mary froze momentarily, "What are you doing here?"

"Not welcome?" David tucked his phone away and rolled his wheelchair straight in.

Mary pressed her lips together as she closed the door behind him. "You know I didn’t mean that."

Her heart was tight with unease, burdened with too many thoughts, leaving her voice sounding hoarse.

David detected the difference. "Not feeling well?"

"No, not really. We’re trending online. Did you see it?" Mary struggled to ask, already guessing David must have seen it; otherwise, why would he have come here in the middle of the night? Judging by the look on his face, he seemed ready to demand answers.

"Hmm, I’ve already had people handle it." David replied briefly, noticing Mary’s blank expression. "Hmm?"

Mary was surprised. "You’re not mad?"

She had expected him to lash out, but instead, he calmly said it was taken care of.

David glanced back at her. "You know I get mad, do you?"

"I..." Mary opened her mouth, unsure how to explain. After all this time, it hardly mattered. She had indeed left with Lambert Norman before and had even staged a fake marriage to stay in M Kingdom.

David had every right to be angry.

Watching her struggle to offer an explanation, only to give up halfway, David felt a surge of frustration, but also an overwhelming sense of sympathy. He didn’t want to push her further. "What time is the shoot tomorrow?"

"It starts at eight; we need to gather at seven," Mary answered with a hushed tone.

"Then get some sleep," David said after checking the time—it was already 12:30 a.m. It wouldn’t be a proper night’s rest if they kept dawdling.

Mary hadn’t anticipated David’s attitude. He wasn’t sarcastically bitter, nor was he seething with anger like last time. It was as if he’d truly turned over a new leaf. Yet, instead of feeling happy about it, Mary felt an even deeper ache in her heart.

She stood still, watching as the man made his way toward the bed, before finally speaking softly, "Lambert Norman is here."

David froze momentarily in his wheelchair but then resumed moving forward without a word.

Mary stared at his back, trying to determine whether he had even heard her. Following behind cautiously, she watched as David reached the sofa, removed his jacket, and turned back to her. "Sat on a plane for two hours, a car for three hours—I reek. Help me with a bath."

"Now?" Mary was caught off guard by the abrupt tone and glanced at the hotel clock in disbelief.

David shot her a sidelong glance. "What do you think?"

"I... Fine," Mary thought about how particular David was—after traveling for five hours, he’d likely not rest without a shower—so she agreed and headed to the bathroom to prepare the water.

Once the temperature was suitable, Mary pushed David into the bathroom.

The program’s accommodations had been generous. While the West Mountain location was remote, the hotel was a well-equipped guesthouse with a clean and spacious bathroom.

With her days of experience caring for David, Mary was no longer as flustered as before. She methodically helped him bathe, yet by the time they both climbed into bed, it was already past one.

Unlocking her phone again, Mary found that all traces of the trending scandal about her had been wiped clean. Not even screenshots remained, and the Twitter celebrity who had shared it had been permanently banned.

Stunned, she instinctively glanced at the man beside her, only to find him leaning against the headboard after his bath. Sensing her stare, David murmured, "Hmm?"

The freshly bathed David spoke with a voice tinged with a peculiar dampness, making that single "hmm" sound undeniably sensual, sending a shiver through Mary’s heart. After several moments of hesitation, she cautiously asked, "Was it you who had the trending topic taken down?"

Moments earlier, searching for the keyword "Moll Scott" resulted in absolutely nothing.

David gazed at the woman, her eyes still slightly rimmed with red, but didn’t answer. Instead, his response came slow and deliberate: "Who did you say came earlier?"

Mary, who had been moved to tears by his actions just minutes ago, froze in place. She thought he hadn’t heard her earlier—but it turned out he had purposefully ignored it.

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