Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 957 Moll Scott, do you realize you’re playing with fire?

Chapter 957: Chapter 957 Moll Scott, do you realize you’re playing with fire?

"What’s wrong?" David Locke glanced at Mary Scott, who was quietly staring at the folic acid tablet in her hand, and instantly grew nervous. He asked in a low voice.

"Are you afraid I’ll change my mind?" Mary caught the subtle emotion in David’s voice, finally lifted her head, and looked him in the eye.

David’s expression stiffened. "Who’s afraid of you regretting? Shouldn’t you be the one worrying about such things?"

Mary paused, studying his reaction, then nodded thoughtfully. "Hmm, you’re right."

With that, she opened the box of folic acid tablets, read the instructions briefly, and swallowed one in a smooth and decisive motion, giving David ample face.

David watched her pop the tablet without hesitation, his mouth opening slightly, "Not bitter?"

"Sour," Mary replied earnestly.

David couldn’t help but give her another glance, faintly suspecting she was mocking him.

Seeing his disbelief, Mary suddenly leaned closer and, catching him off guard, kissed him.

David rarely experienced such initiative from Mary, and he froze instantly. Next thing he knew, a playful tongue pushed past his teeth, invading his mouth with an unmistakably sour taste. Before he could think to push her away, her arm wrapped around his neck, and she deepened that tangy, teasing kiss.

The shocking intensity of the flavor momentarily overwhelmed David, but then something inside him simply surrendered. He let Mary, who was standing on tiptoes and clutching his neck, kiss him as she pleased. The satisfaction washing over him was indescribably fulfilling—more fulfilling than even last night when he was deep inside her.

Mary kissed him for a long time, only releasing him when the bitter tang in her mouth faded completely. Mischief twinkled in her eyes as she pulled back, leaving him reeling.

David stared into her shining, doe-like eyes, his voice hoarse. "Moll Scott, are you lighting a fire you can’t control?"

There was a thick desire in his tone, and he bit out "Moll Scott" with deliberate weight.

Mary, however, wasn’t the least bit intimidated. She’d noticed that ever since they had reunited, whenever David got truly angry or frustrated, he would call her Moll Scott. Before, this would unsettle her, sparking instinctive fear of him. But their recent intimacy had revealed a paper tiger in him. Especially this one, freshly discharged from the hospital—there was little he could realistically do to her.

With this insight, Mary smirked smugly, her expression challenging, almost as though saying, "Yes, I’m lighting a fire. What can you do about it?"

David watched this unmasked, teasing "kitten" in front of him and suddenly smirked with wicked intent. "You really think I can’t handle you?"

"Be careful," Mary said boldly, her confidence growing. "Doctor Felix warned that if you don’t rest properly, your leg will develop complications. If you dare act up, I’ll call him immediately."

David’s smile widened slightly, and then, without warning, he locked the bedroom door.

Mary, who had been brimming with confidence just seconds earlier, suddenly felt uneasy. Eyeing his leg warily, she warned, "Don’t do anything reckless. What about your leg?"

David didn’t answer. He placed his arm against the door, effectively trapping her, pinning her between his body and the door in a classic wall-slam. He grinned devilishly. "Do you seriously think the only way I can handle you is *that*?"

Mary tried to back away, but all she met was the cold, hard surface of the door. Her mounting unease spilled over into a defiant challenge: "And what else can you do?"

"Guess," David whispered, leaning in closer. Using his good leg to support his weight, he pressed half his body into her, his long fingers slipping effortlessly inside her loose, casual loungewear.

Mary’s eyes widened in disbelief, her pupils dilating. She opened her mouth but could only stammer weakly, "David... Dobbin Locke, stop..."

But it was too late for pleas.

Pressed against the door, Mary was reduced to a trembling mess, a fine sheen of sweat covering her flushed skin. When it was over, she buried her beet-red face into his chest, too mortified to lift her head. She truly wanted to sink into the floor and disappear. Above her, his deep and raspy laughter vibrated against her ear, making her heart skip a beat. Finally, she looked up and glared at him furiously.

David, amused by her reaction, raised a hand and slowly licked his fingertip in a deliberately sensual manner. Observing Mary’s eyes widen once more, he murmured softly, "Sweet."

For a split second, Mary felt as if electricity had shot through her body, leaving her trembling uncontrollably. She instinctively bit into his shoulder, eyes hazy with shameful fury. "This bastard!" she thought.

David winced at the bite but didn’t mind—it only added to his good mood. He didn’t rush her either, letting her huddle in his arms like a nervous quail.

It wasn’t until Mary finally snapped out of her daze that she wobbled on unsteady legs and bolted to the bathroom. She swore to herself that she would never provoke this wretched man again.

Truly... deadly!

Strangely enough, Mary’s lingering discomfort over her earlier fight with David seemed to evaporate after their wild encounter. For the next few days, she found herself wanting to avoid him, but with the two of them sharing the same roof—and the same bed—there was no real escape.

Luckily, the project "The Doctors" was gearing up for filming soon, requiring David’s involvement in countless meetings and preparations. This left him too busy to keep teasing her, much to Mary’s quiet relief.

At the same time, the second episode of "Detectives and Wilderness" aired. First, the production team made headlines by cutting Duke Blue from the show after a heated public diss. Then came Mary’s partnership with Raspberry Snacks, in collaboration with top-tier celebrity Brian Joule. The cherry on top was the dramatic accident involving Adam Piers and Zoe Thatcher falling off a cliff at West Mountain. Although the production team explained the situation afterward, the buzz only added momentum to the show’s popularity. Coupled with the success of its inaugural episode, the second installment of "Wilderness" broke the two-hundred-million-view mark within hours and continued to climb.

This level of viewership set the bar impossibly high, even for competitors like "Secret Room." Regardless of the reasons, one undeniable fact emerged: "Wilderness" had become a blockbuster show.

That same night, Simon Baker’s phone was bombarded with calls. Even big-shot stars who had previously turned him down were now lowering their fees just to appear on the show.

For the first time, Simon experienced the pure, unbridled joy of success. He gleefully invited everyone in the group chat for a celebratory barbecue.

It was already past ten at night when Mary finished her nightly routine and leaned against the bed to read her script. When her phone buzzed, she opened the notification and saw an audio message from Simon announcing his barbecue plans. She shook her head, laughing as she played it, listening to his booming voice fill the room.

While others were thrilled, Mary found it mildly amusing. The unexpected success of the second episode came as a pleasant shock after the previous interruptions. Inviting food experts to fill the gap initially felt like a half-hearted patch, but the results spoke for themselves.

She understood Simon’s excitement. She herself was thrilled. In the past few hours alone, her Twitter following had grown by over 300,000. At this rate, she was on track to hit the million-follower milestone.

For Mary, this was nothing but good news. The bigger her fan base, the more solid her footing in the entertainment industry would be.

David, wrapping up his meeting early for once, entered the bedroom to find Mary smiling at her phone. His eyebrow arched. "What’s got you smiling like that?"

"Director Baker’s arranging a barbecue for the cast. The group chat’s ironing out the details," Mary replied absentmindedly, still focused on her screen. She didn’t notice David’s face darken.

When no further response came from him, she glanced up, confused, only to find his displeased expression. "What’s wrong? Work not going well?" she asked.

"You’re not going," David stated bluntly, his tone brooking no argument.

Mary blinked in surprise, taking a moment to process his abrupt remark before bursting into a mix of exasperation and amusement. "You can’t be jealous! How long has it been since the last barbecue?!"

"It doesn’t matter. You’re not going." Just the memory of the last barbecue irked him to no end. That Simon Baker—did he have a death wish?

Mary studied David and realized he wasn’t kidding. Deciding to tease him, she asked, "You know I’ve signed up for five episodes of ’Wilderness.’ There are still three left. Are you planning to stop me from seeing Director Baker entirely?"

"Work is an exception. Barbecues are not," he replied curtly, utterly steadfast.

His obstinance made Mary laugh uncontrollably. "So what now? Since everyone’s schedules clash, Director Baker decided to move the barbecue to the next filming trip. What, should I just not show up when everyone else does?"

David was momentarily taken aback by her logic but quickly frowned. "Oh, so you’re suggesting I join the next trip too?"

Mary’s smirk disappeared. "That... won’t be necessary. ’The Doctors’ is starting in just over ten days. I’ll be too engrossed in my script to have time for trivial gatherings. Haha."

David watched Mary’s awkward chuckle, feeling rather content. "Good. I like that you’re so focused on your craft."

With that, he retreated to the bathroom. However, deep down, David was less concerned about Simon and more apprehensive about Lambert Norman.

The "Detectives and Wilderness" production had largely been funded by Lambert as a gesture of support for Mary. As for Simon Baker, he was merely a cat’s paw in the equation. The barbecue invite might just be another one of Lambert’s moves.

The recent investigation David had conducted into Lambert’s background only exacerbated his irritation, especially after realizing it was Lambert, not him, who had been by Mary’s side during her struggles in the M Kingdom. The thought constantly gnawed at his pride.

Meanwhile, Mary had no such suspicions. Putting her phone aside, she focused entirely on her script, her head swimming with thoughts about "The Doctors"—its story and how best to breathe life into her character.

Mary was acutely aware that she had no formal training in acting. Up until now, her roles had been limited to television dramas or minor walk-ons in films. This marked her first serious role and was both exhilarating and intimidating.

And with the explosive success of "Wilderness" blazing her path forward, she knew she was no longer just a background figure amongst the countless "forgotten faces." Challenges and opportunities were now racing toward her head-on.

David came back from the bathroom and saw Mary holding her script, engrossed and dazed. He reached out to ruffle her hair. "Still mad at me for banning you from indulging in another man’s barbecue?"

Startled from her thoughts, Mary glanced up at him, her expression a mixture of resignation and disbelief. Over some barbecue? Really?

"No," she murmured. "I was just pondering the character’s mindset." She gestured meaningfully at her script, where she had methodically highlighted and annotated her lines, intentions, and interactions in vibrant colors.

David glanced over the organized markings, eventually believing her sincerity. He plopped onto the bed, pulling Mary halfway into his embrace as he pointed to different segments of the script, analyzing the story’s arc and offering insights into her character Daisy Ulysses’s psyche.

Their in-depth discussion stretched late into the night before they finally drifted off.

By the next morning...

The runaway success of "Wilderness" had tipped the scales. Invitations poured in nonstop. Bright and early at eight a.m., Mia Anderson was already standing at David’s mansion door.

After waiting ten minutes, the electronic gates finally swung open.

Rushing in, Mia was immediately struck by the sight of Mary descending the staircase, dark shadows under her eyes. Her startled cry was immediate. "My God, did you pull an all-nighter?!"

Having stayed up dissecting the script with David until well past three a.m.—not to mention how scenes blurred even further in her restless dreams—Mary had barely gotten much true rest. She rubbed her ears at Mia’s loud exclamation and muttered, "Why are you so hyper this early?"

"Don’t tell me you forgot about the meeting today," Mia said with a wounded pout.

Mary blinked at her in confusion. "Huh? Meeting?"

"I texted you last night! Miss Spencer scheduled a media interview for you at ten-thirty. It’s already eight-twenty. And here you are..." Mia trailed off, giving Mary’s sleepy, pajama-clad form a meaningful once-over. "What were you even doing last night?"

Before Mary could answer, David stepped leisurely into view from the private elevator, prominent dark circles under his eyes. Without even sparing them a glance, he headed straight for the coffee machine.

Mia, momentarily stunned, suddenly had a eureka moment. Lowering her voice to a whisper, she leaned close to Mary’s ear. "Don’t tell me... you two stayed up all night... doing that? Isn’t his leg still broken?"

Mary didn’t immediately grasp Mia’s implication. When it finally hit her, her face turned crimson, and she fiercely glared at Mia. "What’s going through that brain of yours?"

Undeterred by Mary’s reaction, Mia doubled down with wide-eyed innocence. "So it wasn’t that? Then... what were you doing?"

"Studying the script," Mary said pointedly, exhaling as though addressing a child.

Mia, however, looked even more incredulous. "You spent the entire night studying the script? Is this because his leg... you know... isn’t working?"

Realizing the direction of Mia’s thoughts, Mary was utterly floored. She cast a horrified glance toward the kitchen and was relieved that the hum of the coffee machine had spared David from overhearing.

"Close call," Mia sighed dramatically, patting her chest in mock relief.

But when she turned back only to meet Mary’s icy glare, Mia instantly surrendered with a cheeky grin. "S-sorry, Mary," she mumbled sheepishly.

Mary, thoroughly exasperated, shook her head. "I swear you’re a single, unmarried young woman whose mind is swimming with filth. Maybe I’ll buy you a box of detergent as your year-end bonus."

Chuckling, Mia said, "No need, no need! Anyway, we should really focus on today’s tasks instead."

Recognizing Mia’s transparent attempt to change the subject, Mary decided to let it slide. A mental recount of her night reminded her that if she drilled too deeply, there wouldn’t be much defense on her part—after all, their script studies had, somehow, transitioned into rehearsing love scenes. And how rehearsing turned into... well, she’d rather not relive it.

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