Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 956: You Don’t Want to Have a Child for Me?

Mary Scott sensed the searing heat in David Locke’s gaze, which settled on her flat belly. Her cheeks flushed pink. "What are you staring at? I’m not pregnant!"

After speaking, she froze for a moment. It seemed they had never discussed the topic of children. Now that it was brought up, there was a strange sense of novelty. Her mind wandered, imagining a tiny version of them, bearing seven or eight points of resemblance to David Locke yet only about ninety centimeters tall. The thought instantly melted her heart. Her fingertips tingled—perhaps, when their relationship became more stable, they could really consider having one...

"What are you thinking about?" David Locke’s deep voice snapped her back, his large hand waving in front of her absent-minded face.

Mary Scott returned to her senses, her tongue darting out to moisten her dry lips. She was oblivious to how enticing her actions appeared.

David Locke was always powerless against Mary Scott’s allure. He leaned in and pecked her soft, rosy lips. In a coaxing tone, he murmured, "Tell me, what were you just thinking about?"

"Nothing." Mary Scott resisted David Locke’s temptation. They had just reconciled, yet plenty of unresolved issues remained between them. Having a child involved too many considerations; it wasn’t something she could decide on her own.

David Locke appeared to see right through her thoughts. He wrapped her entirely in his arms, his lips brushing the sensitive spot behind her ear. "Once I’ve dealt with everything at hand, we can start preparing for pregnancy. And tell me what kind of wedding you want—I’ll arrange it in advance. It’s best to get it done before you get pregnant."

His voice was casual, as if he wasn’t talking about hosting a wedding or having a child, but about an ordinary daily matter.

Mary Scott stared blankly at the handsome man so close to her, as though searching his eyes for even a hint of jest. But there was none.

Facing her gaze, David Locke was calm and sincere. Mary Scott felt her heart becoming uncontrollably soft, but at the same time, a nameless fear and unease bubbled up.

The sudden burst of happiness made her feel unreal.

"Speechless?" David Locke chuckled, seeing Mary Scott staring at him without a word. He reached out and tapped her nose playfully.

Mary Scott snapped back to reality, looking at the man whose eyes were filled with laughter. For a moment, she didn’t know how to face him. A wedding, a child... it wasn’t like she had never fantasized about them. But when she thought of her past, her time in the M Kingdom, her confidence faltered.

Especially since she had witnessed David Locke’s possessiveness and knew all too well about his background.

She opened her mouth but didn’t know what to say. David Locke couldn’t help but poke the dazed woman again. "So happy you’re speechless?"

"Mm, sort of." Mary Scott, jolted by David Locke’s touch on her cheek, regained clarity for a brief moment. She quickly nodded in pretense. Then, as if she remembered something, she tested David Locke, "I saw something in the group chat earlier. They mentioned a female actress who, after breaking up with her ex, married someone else. Now, she’s gone back to find her ex but was publicly humiliated. Someone even recorded it. It feels kind of pitiful—maybe there’s a reason behind it..."

"Breaking up and marrying someone else—what reason could there be? People like that deserve no pity. Stop letting those actors fool soft-hearted fools like you." David Locke replied indifferently, clearly unbothered by Mary Scott’s sudden interest in gossip. He reached out to pinch her chin. "Changing the topic at a time like this, trying to tell me you’re not planning on giving me a child?"

"No, that’s not it..." Mary Scott quickly denied it, but her heart sank to the bottom at David Locke’s cold and dismissive tone just now.

"Then I’ll take it that you’ve agreed. Tonight, we’ll keep trying." David Locke’s lips curled up cheerfully, completely ignoring Mary Scott’s earlier topic.

Hearing his words, Mary Scott lowered her head, her emotions a tangled mess.

David Locke assumed Mary Scott was shy. He pulled her into his arms again, gently stroking her flat belly. Before the thought of children had even crossed his mind, he had never considered having one. But now that the idea was planted, he found himself uncontrollably fantasizing about what their future child might look like.

He had once seen Master Brandon’s little one—chubby and adorable, mischievously naughty despite being under two years old. Quite endearing. If given a choice, though, he would still prefer for Mary Scott to have a baby girl.

A girl who looked just like Mary Scott.

The mere thought of such a scene turned David Locke’s cold, hardened heart into a melted puddle. He reached out, pulling Mary Scott even tighter into his embrace.

Mary Scott didn’t resist David Locke’s affectionate actions, but the newfound tenderness began to feel more like a burden. His occasional displays of overbearing possessiveness, while sweet, also made her feel stifled. The thought of confessing her past dissipated quickly. She could only convince herself that if she kept it hidden for a lifetime, perhaps everything would remain peaceful...

But would that really work? Mary Scott couldn’t find an answer to that question for herself.

The car slowly weaved through bustling neighborhoods, heading toward Rose Valley. Mary Scott leaned against David Locke, her heart divided, undergoing its own trial by fire and ice.

Swallow City had regained its usual vibrance by the eighth day of the Lunar New Year. People were busy hustling about their lives. Mary Scott should’ve counted herself lucky for the new chances springing up in her life—but for some reason, she couldn’t bring herself to feel joy.

Back at Rose Valley, David Locke went into the study to instruct his assistant to reach out to a wedding planner. He also started researching prenatal care tips. Meanwhile, he seemed to overlook Mary Scott’s mood entirely.

Mary Scott returned to her own room. Not long after, a knock came at the door. From the rhythm, she knew it wasn’t David Locke. Sure enough, the next moment, Alfred Scott pushed the door open. "Sis, I’m heading back to Lica Garden before school starts on the sixteenth. What are your plans?"

After much thought, Alfred Scott felt it was best to leave Rose Valley and return to his own place with his pride intact, rather than be the third wheel.

Mary Scott, hearing her brother’s words, realized it had been almost half a year since his surgery. It was time for him to return to school. Naturally, staying here wasn’t suitable. She numbly nodded in agreement.

Having grown up depending on each other, Alfred Scott instantly noticed something was off with his sister’s mood. Without hesitation, he asked, "Did that director piss you off?"

With time spent cohabiting, David Locke had transitioned from "brother-in-law" to "that director" in Alfred Scott’s words.

Mary Scott shook her head. "No. How could he upset me?"

Her firm denial drew Alfred Scott’s thoughts to times when his sister had been genuinely upset and in tears over David Locke. He wasn’t sure if it was his own sharp memory or someone else’s selective amnesia at play.

Whatever it was, Alfred Scott preferred to avoid awkwardness, so he deliberately pretended along. "If it’s not Locke, why do you look like you just came back from a funeral? You had me thinking you’ve been wronged."

"Do I?" Mary Scott glanced at the vanity mirror nearby. Reflected back was a despondent woman. Staring at it, she froze—was that really her? Her mood sank even further.

Alfred Scott started genuinely worrying. "Sis, are you okay?"

Mary Scott wanted to say she was fine, but she didn’t want to lie to her brother. After a long pause, she looked up and asked, "Alfred, what would happen if David Locke found out I used to be married to Lambert Norman?"

The question completely caught Alfred off guard. He stared blankly at her. "Sis, you never told him about that?"

Mary Scott’s distress deepened. She nodded with difficulty. "At first, I thought he was just angry, trying to take revenge, so there was no need to bring it up. Then, the right moment never came. When Lambert returned, I wanted to tell him, but his jealousy runs so deep, I was too afraid. Now... I really don’t know how."

Alfred Scott winced at the mention of David Locke’s jealousy. Having witnessed it first-hand, he knew how bad it could get. Last time, a conflict with the director of the Wilderness show almost ended things between Mary and David. If David found out Mary used to be married to Lambert Norman—even if it was just for show—there was no telling what he might do.

Alfred Scott did harbor some grievances against David Locke after all that had happened. However, seeing his sister finally beginning to mend her relationship with the man she had long pined for, he couldn’t bear to let her suffer further heartbreak. After some hesitation, he said, "Your thing with Lambert Norman was just a fake marriage, and you got divorced before returning to the country. When you got your marriage certificate with David, it didn’t come up in any checks. As long as neither you, I, nor Lambert say anything, he won’t know."

The approach was indeed underhanded, but for his sister’s happiness, Alfred Scott figured morals could take a backseat.

"You really think so?" Mary Scott’s eyes were searching as she looked at her brother.

Alfred Scott’s heart ached for her. He nodded firmly. "Absolutely."

He silently resolved to have a sit-down with Lambert soon.

"What’s going on?" Just as their conversation was wrapping up, David Locke suddenly walked in.

Mary Scott and Alfred Scott both tensed, especially Alfred, who snapped, "Director Locke, she’s your wife now, but that doesn’t mean you can barge in without knocking." freёnovelkiss.com

"I knocked. You didn’t answer." David Locke replied casually, his gaze switching between the two siblings. Something felt off, as though they were hiding something. "What were you two chatting about so seriously I had to knock three times?"

His words made both siblings uneasy. Thankfully, Alfred, despite his occasional denseness, proved reliable in a pinch. He quickly said, "We were discussing the bride-price. Interested in hearing the details?"

David Locke raised an eyebrow. "Bride-price, huh? Nervous about bringing it up late in the game?"

"Ahem!" Mary Scott turned red, cutting her brother off. "What bride-price? Don’t listen to him!"

Alfred grinned playfully. "Wasn’t it you who couldn’t stand him just the other day? Now, you’ve started worrying about his wallet?"

"I am not!" Mary Scott glared at her brother before changing the subject. "You said you’re starting school on the sixteenth, right? Go pack your things. I’ll take you back to Lica Garden tomorrow."

Alfred noticed how red his sister had become, from her cheeks to her neck. Not wanting to push his luck and risk getting hit, he decided to retreat after successfully deflecting suspicion.

With Alfred gone, the room suddenly felt too intimate. Mary Scott cleared her throat awkwardly. "Don’t listen to Alfred. He’s just babbling."

"Well, he wasn’t entirely wrong," David Locke replied as he leaned leisurely against the wall in casual attire. Without a wheelchair, he seemed much more relaxed, and his good mood was evident in the gleam in his eyes—a detail his assistant Martin would have immediately picked up on.

Mary Scott blinked in surprise at his unexpected response. Her cheeks heated up again as she stammered, "That’s unnecessary. My parents are gone, Alfred’s graduating in a year and can support himself, and I don’t need those kinds of formalities."

"So those are unnecessary—what’s necessary, then?" David Locke pressed, clearly unwilling to let the subject drop.

Mary Scott frowned slightly, annoyed at his persistence. Surely, he understood what she truly cared about. "Didn’t Doctor Felix say you needed rest? Let’s get you back to your room," she said, rising to shoo him away.

But David Locke seized her wrist, his expression turning unexpectedly serious. "Your parents might not be here, but the traditions still matter. Think about what you want—it doesn’t have to be anything grand. Whatever you ask for, if I have it, it’s yours."

Mary Scott hadn’t expected such earnestness from him. The weight of his words—"Whatever you ask for, if I have it, it’s yours"—made her heart skip a beat. In all honesty, she had heard her fair share of sweet-talking from him recently, but this one hit different. She looked up at him, her voice soft. "Are you serious?"

"Of course." David Locke’s reply was unwavering.

Mary Scott’s heart melted at his sincerity. The storm of emotions she had been weathering began to settle, and she smiled faintly. "Alright, but don’t chicken out if I demand your entire fortune."

David Locke chuckled. "If you have the nerve to ask, I have the nerve to give."

Mary Scott raised an eyebrow, neither confirming nor denying his challenge.

As David Locke exited her room, he paused in thought. "Move your things to my room tonight. This one will become the guest bedroom."

"Hm?" Mary Scott looked at him in confusion.

David Locke cleared his throat. "Any problem with that?"

"Your leg hasn’t fully healed," she replied coolly.

David Locke coughed again, adopting a matter-of-fact tone. "It’s normal for married couples to share a room. And since you know my condition, try to control yourself at night."

Mary Scott: "..."

Shameless!

Seeing her defeated look, David Locke was positively smug. He grabbed her hand, changing the subject. "If you have any ideas or expectations about the wedding, tell me now so I can pass them on to the planner."

The sudden shift threw Mary Scott off. "Wedding planner?"

Was this man always so... fast? They had only brought it up earlier today, and now he had already made arrangements?

"Yes, I had Martin book someone. Tell me what you want, and I’ll have them prepare accordingly," David Locke explained, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. But Mary Scott was still caught off guard—it was happening so soon?

Just then, the doorbell rang. David Locke opened the door via his smart home app, revealing Martin’s face filling the screen. After opening the door, Martin walked up and handed a package to David Locke. "Director Locke, here’s what you asked for."

Martin glanced at Mary Scott with a somewhat strange expression before leaving.

Mary Scott was curious. "What’s that?"

"Folic acid. Since we’re planning for a baby, I looked up prenatal tips and consulted a doctor. You need at least three months of supplementation to ensure a healthy pregnancy," David Locke said matter-of-factly, handing her an opened box.

Staring at the folic acid, Mary Scott instantly understood Martin’s expression. Her own face turned unreadable. Just how eager was this man?

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