Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 954 You Guys Really Know How to Play!

"Wait outside." Mary Scott had just approached the kitchen when David Locke shooed her away. She stuck her head out curiously, full of anticipation.

Alfred Scott watched his sister like this and sighed for the nth time.

Luckily, before David Locke picked up Mary Scott, he had already prepared the most difficult secret sauce. Now, he only needed to cook the noodles and vegetables, then season according to the recipe.

Twenty minutes later, David Locke placed three bowls of noodles on the dining table.

With just one look, Mary Scott’s eyes lit up with surprise as she glanced at David Locke, "You... how did you learn this?"

Mary was so astonished that her voice was a bit shaky.

Seeing her delighted reaction, David Locke raised an eyebrow playfully, "Try it and see if the taste matches."

"Alright." Mary eagerly picked up her chopsticks, taking a quick bite. Her eyes sparkled with amazement as she looked back at David Locke, "How did you do it?"

"Don’t worry about how I did it. If you ever want it again, just let me know." Receiving Mary Scott’s approval did wonders for David’s mood.

Mary Scott had vivid memories of that night at West Mountain. The next morning, they left in a rush. While she regretted not being able to revisit the noodle shop famous for its couples’ sweet noodles, she didn’t dwell on it too much. That night had been so perfect that preserving it as a treasured memory was already enough. She never expected David Locke to go as far as buying the recipe and learning to make it himself.

This gesture was far more heartwarming than any flirtatious words he could say.

Mary Scott had to admit, David’s surprise truly delighted her. She happily nodded at him before resuming her meal. To her surprise, she found a piece of rib in her bowl. She raised her eyebrows and looked at him.

"A little something extra for you." Seeing her enjoyment, David Locke casually picked another piece of rib from his own bowl and put it into Mary’s bowl.

Alfred Scott almost gagged at their nauseatingly sweet interaction. He couldn’t understand why David had been spending two to three hours every day obsessing over noodles, but when he saw both of them fishing ribs out of their bowls, his carnivorous instincts were awakened. He dove in with his chopsticks, flipping through his bowl.

Three minutes later, Alfred finally gave up, setting down his chopsticks in defeat as he looked at the two people across from him. "Where’s my rib?"

Mary and David were nearly done eating. At the sound of his voice, they both looked up and saw the mess Alfred had made of his noodles. "..."

"Why are you staring at me? Where’s my rib? Why don’t I have any ribs?" Alfred, clueless about the disdain in their gazes, asked with a mix of frustration and pitiful innocence.

David Locke cast a cold glance at Alfred Scott. "I only prepared enough ribs for two people."

"Huh?" Alfred was stunned. Wasn’t this famous director being a little too stingy? Who makes ribs but only prepares enough for two?

"And by the way, the portion of noodles in your bowl came from me and your sister’s bowls. A little gratitude would be nice." David added expressionlessly.

Mary Scott was also unhappy. It was David’s first time cooking, and he had painstakingly prepared this meal for her, only for her younger brother to waste it. "Either eat it or go to bed. Do you have to waste food like this?"

Alfred felt a wave of crushing PDA first. Not only was he forced to witness it, but now they were denying him ribs and ganging up on him. From the moment six years ago when he started relying on Mary alone, he’d never felt so wronged. "Sis, am I no longer the number one man in your heart?"

"You never were." David didn’t hesitate to shoot Alfred down.

Alfred ignored David and earnestly looked at Mary, sulkily pleading, "Sis..."

"Finish your noodles. If you don’t, you’re not allowed to sleep." Mary brutally ignored Alfred’s act, tugged David by the hand, and got up. Halfway to the door, something occurred to her, and she turned back.

Thinking his sister had had a change of heart, Alfred excitedly asked, "Sis, have you realized I’m still your number one man and want to apologize?"

Mary glanced at her brother, her tone void of emotion, "Wash the dishes."

Alfred, "..."

Screw this legendary sibling bond!

Poor Alfred watched them leave with a downcast gaze before listlessly taking another bite of his noodles. But a moment later, his eyes lit up, and he no longer cared about his bruised heart.

Upstairs, Mary Scott was pulled straight into David Locke’s room by him.

Since David’s leg injury, the two of them had been sharing a bed. Even on the show, there had been awkward rumors about it. But strangely, Mary hadn’t felt this tense before. Tonight, however, as David slowly guided her step by step toward his room, her heart pounded uncontrollably.

And it only intensified when David shut the door behind them.

"Um... I’ll go shower..." Mary awkwardly tried to come up with an excuse when she realized she was struggling to keep her composure. Yet the mention of a shower only seemed to amplify the strange tension in the air. She bit her lip, trying to backpedal, "David, let go of my hand, I... mmph..."

Before she could say more, the man beside her suddenly lowered his head and captured her lips. Mary blinked like a startled fawn, staring blankly at the magnified face in front of her. Only when his hand wrapped firmly around her waist did she snap back to reality and push him away. "I haven’t brushed my teeth yet!"

"I don’t mind." David’s lips curved into a teasing smile as his fingertip brushed the corner of her lips.

Mary, flustered by his flirtatious gesture, felt her earlier uneasiness growing stronger. She desperately clung to reason, "Well, I mind."

David showed no signs of offense. Instead, he leaned closer with a deliberately husky voice, coaxing her, "So if you brush your teeth, can we continue? Let’s go together then."

Saying this, he took her hand again and headed for the bathroom.

Because of his injured leg, David moved slowly to avoid looking awkward. Mary, trailing behind him, matched his pace.

Once inside, Mary realized she hadn’t meant to follow him here. But before she could protest, David had already squeezed toothpaste onto her toothbrush and handed it over.

Mary, "..."

Refusing would seem odd, since brushing her teeth was exactly what she’d meant to do. But not rejecting him also felt like tacit agreement to... that.

Mary felt conflicted, her intuition warning her that tonight wouldn’t be as simple as just kissing.

Holding her toothbrush, Mary started daydreaming while brushing, only to hear a soft laugh above her. She looked up in confusion at the man reflected in the mirror.

David playfully nuzzled his chin against her hair. "You’re zoning out brushing your teeth?"

Mary, flustered by his naturally affectionate action, quickly stuffed the toothbrush in her mouth but couldn’t tear her gaze away from the mirror.

She was nearly a head shorter than the man behind her. His presence, enveloping her, felt overwhelming yet oddly comforting. Her right hand was brushing her teeth while his left hand gripped his toothbrush, their mirrored movements in sync—a strange yet intimate moment that felt straight out of a couple’s ordinary married life. For once, there were no six years of separation, no misunderstandings, no lingering grudges—just them.

Mary stared at the mirror, and despite having shared more intimate moments with him, she felt an unprecedented warmth. To her, this was their closest brush with happiness yet.

A sudden wave of emotion surged. Dropping her toothbrush, she turned and wrapped her arms around David’s waist.

David was puzzled but looked down at the small woman hugging him. With toothpaste still in his mouth, he laughed softly, "What’s the matter?"

"If only every day could be like this," Mary mumbled, her lips still frothy with toothpaste. David heard her clearly and understood the underlying meaning.

Looking down at her from his angle, unable to see her expression, his heart melted completely. Lowering his head, he rubbed his chin affectionately against her hair and responded softly, "As long as you want this, it can be."

Hearing those words, Mary looked up, her eyes shimmering with overflowing starlight, as if assessing his sincerity. David didn’t give her a chance to speak, leaning down to kiss her again.

Their mouths were still minty from the toothpaste. After the kiss, both were left with bubbly white foam. Mary pushed him away, grumbling, "Can we even ingest this? I think I accidentally swallowed some!"

Her pouty irritation and softly flushed cheeks turned her into an irresistible sight. David couldn’t resist planting another kiss on her face, his voice low as he urged, "You shouldn’t eat it, but don’t worry—it’s harmless. Now, hurry up and finish brushing."

Unaware of David’s suggestive tone, Mary glanced at the clock and hurriedly finished the rest of her brushing. She planned to shower afterward, but David wrapped an arm around her waist, murmuring, "Shower later."

Mary hesitated, puzzled. "What do you mean, shower later?"

"Because we’re going to need another one soon," David replied, trapping her against the vanity with an arm before leaning down for another kiss.

This time, the kiss carried something deeper, more intense. Mary’s heart pounded uncontrollably, realization dawning on her as David’s held-back desire finally began to show through.

It wasn’t until she attempted to push him away again, faintly murmuring, "Your leg..." that David stopped himself. His frustration faded as he realized her concern wasn’t rejection but worry for him. His eyes lit up as he reassured her with a teasing grin, "We can go slow."

Mary blushed furiously at his words, her protests stammering. What kind of logic was that? This man clearly had no intention of resting!

Misunderstanding further, David leaned in close to softly whisper, "I know this isn’t exactly fair to you. But don’t worry—once my leg’s healed, I’ll let you pick any position."

Boom!

Mary’s mind went blank as if fireworks had exploded in her brain. Her hand gripped the counter for support, body trembling with emotion. Flustered and indignant, she glared at him. "You know that’s not what I meant..."

"Then let’s not waste time and continue," David replied smoothly, cupping the back of her head to kiss her yet again, as though he could never get enough.

Ever since leaving the "Wilderness" show, David’s thoughts had been tied to Mary. Just the idea of her possibly having feelings for someone else gnawed at him. Though usually self-assured, in front of her, he found himself unpredictable and insecure, overcompensating with every gesture and word.

For Mary, his kisses became overpowering, leaving her dazed as rational thoughts slipped away. When she finally came to her senses, she found herself led to the bed, unsure when or how she had lost control.

Despite David’s injury, he managed gentle persistence until Mary, overwhelmed and dazed, retreated to the bathroom in embarrassment to escape his teasing gaze.

The remainder of the night involved brief respites, but they both knew—neither would sleep much.

By morning, however, David’s overexerted leg had swollen.

Mary, torn between amusement and exasperation, offered, "I’ll take you to the hospital. Don’t joke about becoming permanently injured."

David, meanwhile, teased back, "Why do I feel like you’re enjoying this a little too much? I seem to recall someone making it worse last night." fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

Mary blushed furiously as the memory of her emotional outburst resurfaced, feeling both mortified and guilty. She reflexively grabbed his wheelchair, ignoring his protests.

The tension broke when Alfred, seeing David in the wheelchair again, innocently asked, "Sis, what’s up? Didn’t he walk fine last night?"

Mary’s cheeks burned brighter, prompting Alfred to double down, "Why are you blushing over his leg, sis?"

"Shut up," Mary snapped, unable to stand his questioning, her once-clever brother suddenly seeming hopelessly dense.

Alfred, however, wasn’t entirely oblivious. Watching David’s smug grin and Mary’s struggle to hide her embarrassment, he vaguely pieced things together. His eyes widened as he stammered, "You two... you..."

Unable to articulate further, he quivered under their shared glare and sheepishly muttered, "Whatever. Have fun."

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