Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 940 Only You Are in My Heart

Mary Scott forced an awkward smile at everyone, then shot a stern look at the two baffling men, whispering sharply, "Eat your breakfast properly."

David Locke and Lambert Norman both froze mid-action. Seeing that Mary truly seemed upset and on the verge of snapping, they wisely lowered their heads and dutifully focused on their own breakfasts.

Seeing this, Mary secretly breathed a sigh of relief. But just as she relaxed, she heard Adam Piers chuckle softly from not too far away, instantly drawing everyone’s attention to him.

Adam had known David for some time, but he’d never seen him in such a defeated state. Unable to hold back his laughter, Adam, facing the crowd’s attention, smoothly flashed them a calm smile. "I just saw a funny joke; couldn’t help it. Sorry."

David gave him a side glance. He knew all too well the troublemaking nature of this trust-fund brat—yeah, right, like he believed that excuse.

The most flustered of all was Mary, who, feeling the weight of everyone’s stares, awkwardly lowered her head. She glanced at her glass of milk, then at the bowl of eight-treasure porridge beside it. Resisting the urge to smack her own forehead, she took a sip of milk first, then a spoonful of porridge.

This only made the others stifle their laughter even more.

The breakfast left Mary feeling like she was attending a funeral, while the rest of the group indulged in gossip, and the livestream viewers watched with utter confusion.

Thankfully, breakfast only lasted half an hour.

Considering the steep cliffs of West Mountain and the cold winter season, the production team decided to set off early.

David, with his injured leg, naturally couldn’t continue with the group.

But Lambert was different. Physically capable and being an investor in the show, no one could deny his request to tag along for the shoot.

Sitting in his wheelchair, David watched everyone prepping their equipment. For the first time, he regretted his impulsive decision to crash the show. Now, he could only watch as his romantic rival, fully able-bodied, joined Mary. His handsome face grew so dark it seemed as if it might start dripping water.

At first, Mary got her things together rather calmly, but as she felt someone staring at her from behind, she became increasingly uneasy, as if needles were pricking her back.

In the livestream, viewers quickly noticed Mary’s odd behavior. Someone couldn’t hold back and asked, "Did anyone catch that? Is Mary walking funny, like left foot left hand together?"

"Noticed! Noticed! What’s behind her? She looks like she’s frozen stiff!"

"Yep, noticed that too. Also, the vibe today is so weird. Even during breakfast earlier, everyone looked like they wanted to laugh but didn’t dare, and we only got a side angle of Mary. What’s going on?"

"Could it be Director Locke behind her, making her nervous?"

"Nah, how would that make her nervous?"

"Maybe Director Locke doesn’t want Mary to climb the mountain. After all, who likes hiking in freezing weather? If she were my wife, I’d stop her from going too!"

"Omg, the commenter above might be onto something. Hearing how clingy Director Locke was yesterday, chasing her here overnight... tsk tsk."

"Never thought Director Locke had that side of him!"

Some viewers who had read the explosive gossip from last night took the chance to maliciously speculate in the comments. However, those comments were quickly deleted and often got their accounts banned. After a few such incidents, nobody risked testing the limits again, instead buzzing excitedly about the strange tensions in today’s livestream and the dynamic between David and Mary.

Unbeknownst to Mary and David, their phone call yesterday and David’s dramatic early-morning appearance at the set had caused viewers to drastically shift their perception of their marriage, turning into enthusiastic shippers.

And this time, the viewers weren’t entirely wrong.

Mary’s stiff movements were indeed because of David, but it wasn’t because he didn’t want her to film. It was because he didn’t want her filming *with* Lambert.

His jealousy had reached levels so intense that even the others around them couldn’t help but retreat cautiously.

After packing the last of her things into her bag, Mary finally couldn’t endure it anymore. She turned to look at the man in the wheelchair, who seemed to have turned into a block of ice.

David met her gaze coolly, unmoving.

Mary pressed her temples and muttered softly, "I’m going for work." The underlying meaning was that nothing would happen even with Lambert present.

But it was as if David didn’t hear the subtext. Not only did he not relent, but he even declared, "I’m coming too."

After her statement, Mary had nervously glanced at the camera crew, afraid they’d catch David on camera. But his sudden outburst caught her so off guard that she turned back stiffly, her expression seeming to ask: *Are you serious?*

David’s male ego took a direct hit. His frosty gaze bore into her in utter silence.

Mary looked from his expression to his legs, then took a deep breath and circled behind the cameraman. After whispering something, she quickly wheeled David into a corner before softly asking, "Are you jealous or just throwing a tantrum?"

David turned his head away, silent.

It wasn’t just jealousy, nor was it exactly a tantrum. It was a jumble of emotions even he couldn’t fully articulate. There was a sharp sourness in his chest mixed with unease. At breakfast, Lambert had obviously implied that he and Mary had been together back in M Kingdom.

The feeling was terrible. He kept telling himself to trust the woman in front of him, but the uncontrollable jealousy and hatred toward Lambert still festered, along with the fear that Mary might actually harbor feelings for him.

The contradictory emotions left him restless and irritable. Now, hearing Mary’s question, he felt like the tight string in his chest was pulled even tauter, ready to snap at any moment.

Seeing David’s reaction, Mary couldn’t help but think back to when they had first started dating. Back then, if he were jealous, he’d sulk in silence too—but he hadn’t been so outwardly irritable before.

If this were just after they reunited, Mary might have been anxious, even doubting whether he was tired of her. But after taking care of him during his leg injury, she had gained a deeper understanding of his current temperament. Instead of being deterred by his silent brooding, she leaned in close to his ear and whispered, "Don’t be jealous. You’re the only one in my heart."

David wasn’t sure if it was because of his emotional turmoil, but he now found even Mary crouching beside him incredibly frustrating. He wanted to avoid her, fearful that anything he said might hurt her. What he didn’t expect was for Mary to whisper those words into his ear, making his eyes widen in surprise.

Mary, noticing his reaction, allowed the corners of her lips to lift slyly. She leaned closer to his ear and added teasingly, "How about after the shoot tonight, I make you some candied hawthorn to sweeten away the sourness?"

The gentle teasing carried warmth and intimacy. David froze once more, his deep eyes locked on her faintly smiling lips. She was... trying to make him happy?

The realization subtly shifted David’s mood. His previous irritability dissipated considerably, though he was reluctant to admit it. Yet her tone, akin to coaxing a child, irked him slightly, and he grumbled unhappily.

Mary, being the closest to him, immediately sensed the change in his demeanor. Her smile deepened as she continued to soothe him. "If you want to climb, let’s wait until your leg is better, and I’ll go with you. Okay?"

David’s remaining anger finally dissipated at her soft words. He blurted, "Keep your distance from him."

"Mm, I promise."

"And another thing..." Mary had replied so readily that David felt she was too cooperative, as if just placating him. Midway through speaking again, he hesitated, realizing how ridiculous he sounded. He promptly shut his mouth. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

But Mary had already leaned in curiously, asking, "What else? Just say it—I’ll agree to anything I can manage."

Her innocent doe-like eyes blinked at him, making his heart melt to the core. His lips parted slightly. "Nothing. Just... come back early."

Mary raised a brow. As she had suspected, while this man had become moodier and less predictable, he was still just as easily appeased with the right approach.

"I’ll go pack then, okay?" Mary still looked a bit unsure as she glanced at him.

David waved her off. "I’ve got work to do. You go film; I’ll keep myself busy." Then, almost as an afterthought, he shot a glare in Lambert’s direction. "Stop sticking to her like glue!"

Mary raised a brow amusedly. But as she turned, she spotted a crowd of spectators wearing various unreadable expressions, and Lambert looking distinctly displeased. Embarrassed, she scratched her nose. "Everyone set? Let’s head out."

As she walked out under the group’s amused stares, David called out a low reminder behind her, "Take your jacket."

"Oh, right!" Mary spun back, quickly replacing her jacket with a windbreaker and slinging her backpack on.

Simon Baker discreetly glanced at David’s now-softened expression and gave Mary a quick thumbs-up, only to catch Lambert’s frosty glare out of the corner of his eye. He smacked his forehead in exasperation—he really couldn’t catch a break.

Meanwhile, Adam had been thoroughly entertained by the drama but paid the price when David casually extended his leg and kicked him from the wheelchair. Adam hissed in pain and turned to glare at the so-called "invalid." "You trying to make that leg even more useless? Want me to help speed it along for you?"

"About that thing you mentioned last time," David drawled, ignoring Adam’s complaint. "I agree. I’ll even add three percent to your investment cut. Keep an eye on her on the mountain."

Adam sneered. "Three percent? To babysit your wife? What, do you think she’s cheap, or do you think I am?"

David: "..."

Taking a long breath, he countered, "Looks like you’ve really moved on from Miss Swift. No point vying for the second male lead anymore. How about you keep the fifty million and let me rewrite the script? It’s a love story, after all—can’t skimp on kissing scenes. Oh, and bed scenes, too..."

David wheeled himself a few steps forward as he said this, feigning casual indifference. But before he got far, Adam pressed down on the back of his wheelchair. "Deal."

"Hmm? What deal? I didn’t catch that," David said, feigning ignorance as he fiddled with his ear.

Adam chuckled in disbelief. "You think this is funny? I see Mr. Norman getting mighty cozy with Miss Scott. What if, during this hike, they accidentally get separated from the group, only to discover they’re soulmates and act on their emotions..."

"Shut up. Deal!" David cut him off, exasperated.

Adam grinned like a Cheshire cat. "Five percent."

"Kissing scenes. Bed scenes..."

"Fine! Three percent it is." This time, Adam interrupted him.

Only then did David nod.

Adam paused, then added, "I just don’t want her knowing my real reason."

David raised an eyebrow. Like your intentions have changed at all, he thought. But recalling their drunken heart-to-heart last time, David refrained from teasing him further. "I know what to do."

Adam offered a quick thanks and ran off to catch up with the crew.

The so-called "hotel at the base of West Mountain" was still quite a journey away from the actual foothills. After a thirty-minute drive, the group finally arrived at the mountain pass.

The moment Zoe Thatcher stepped out of the car, she took a deep gulp and stared at the towering, jagged West Mountain. She turned desperately to the others. "We’re not really climbing this, are we? Can I opt-out?"

James Jerome glanced at the mountain, then scoffed at Zoe. "Pathetic!"

Stella Murray’s lips twitched. "Why don’t you show us how it’s done, then?"

James immediately shrank back. "Respect your elders and care for the young, ever heard of that?"

Mary stayed quiet, chewing on a piece of chocolate to calm her nerves as she eyed the daunting cliffs ahead.

Only Adam remained nonchalant, his slovenly, roguish demeanor standing out naturally as he scanned the mountain with a devil-may-care smirk.

Lambert frowned as he turned to Simon. "You’re making them climb this mountain?"

Simon flinched. "Mr. Norman, this is an adventure show, after all. Rest assured, we’ve hired professionals to assist." He gestured toward the safety team already standing by.

Lambert furrowed his brow for a long moment before reluctantly nodding.

Simon heaved a deep sigh of relief. No matter what the grand boss thought, this was still a survival-based adventure show. Last week’s fishing trip fiasco in Earlbind had already drawn public mockery. Taking a safer, softer route continuously would undermine the show’s adventurous premise. This was why Simon had chosen West Mountain as the backdrop this time.

Now that Lambert no longer objected, Simon grabbed his loudspeaker and called everyone together.

The guests promptly lined up, their faces filled with collective disdain as they stared at Simon.

Undeterred by everyone’s scorn, Simon chuckled awkwardly. "Pretty picturesque, huh? I’ll have you know the view from the summit is even better. With today’s great weather, you might even witness the stunning scenery of sunset clouds and birds flying back together!"

Adam lazily inserted one hand into his pocket and sneered. "Director, I must say, you’re quite poetic."

"Too bad we’re not interested," Zoe chimed in playfully.

"Exactly!" the others echoed.

Simon: "..."

Where was his authority as a director?

Finally, Simon’s gaze fell onto Brian Joule, the only one who hadn’t chimed in. He shot the others a pointed glare. "Look at Mr. Joule—such a gentleman, unlike you jokers. With a well-maintained physique like his, he must be a big fan of outdoor sports. Isn’t that right? Climbing’s a fantastic aerobic exercise..."

"No, I’m not a fan of climbing," Brian said flatly, cutting him off. "I’m just wondering why on Earth I even signed up for this." His voice trailed off as he returned to his pensive silence, exuding an air of existential regret.

Simon: "..."

Feigning a smile.

"Haha, Mr. Joule, always joking around." Simon’s strained grin betrayed his inner turmoil as he ignored their reactions and enthusiastically announced, "Since everyone’s SO excited about climbing, let’s move on to the rules of this mission!"

The livestream cameramen caught everyone’s reactions, including their various facial expressions, ensuring none of it was missed. Viewers in the comments section were laughing themselves into tears, openly sympathizing with Simon.

"Did anyone else catch Director Baker’s mouth twitch when he said, ’Everyone’s SO excited’? Academy Award-level acting right there!"

"LOL, Simon’s self-rebuttal is hilarious. I’m crying tears of laughter!"

"Master Adam is so bad—calling Simon ’poetic.’ Why do I feel like that was pure sarcasm?"

"Brian is absolutely adorable! Who knew he was such a cinnamon roll? That dead-inside look is priceless. Poor, poor guy."

"Did anyone notice Mary sneaking chocolate earlier? Was she eating it to steady her nerves?"

"Please let her backpack be full of weird and wacky snacks again this time!"

"Can’t. Stop. Laughing."

The threads were full of mirth, but the guests themselves looked far from amused. The mood soured further when Simon revealed their main task: treasure hunting. Every single person, as though struck by lightning, silently asked the same question in their minds: *Are we really this tacky?*

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