Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 980: Miss Song in a Rage of Embarrassment

Outside the door, Mr. Locke froze, itching to hit his son. What should he do?

Inside, Mary Scott nudged David Locke, "It’s probably your uncle and aunt looking for you. Go out and talk to them nicely, don’t argue."

"I can go, but what’s in it for me?" David Locke whispered in Mary Scott’s ear.

Mary Scott looked up at the man, hardly believing he wanted to talk nicely while demanding a reward. Where’s his dignity?

She finally understood what shameless means!

"Argue if you want," Mary Scott said, tossing the words aside, planning to go to the bathroom to wash up.

David Locke reached out and grabbed her, "Why are you mad already?"

"Why should I be mad? They’re your parents, not mine." Mary Scott looked down at her hand being held by David Locke, speaking angrily.

Seeing Mary Scott truly upset, David Locke softened his tone, "Okay, I’ll talk to them nicely as you say, don’t get mad, okay?"

The last "okay" was slightly playful, with a hint of lightheartedness.

"I’m not mad." Being coaxed like this, Mary Scott actually felt a bit embarrassed.

David Locke lowered his head and rubbed her nose, "Okay, okay, as long as you’re not mad. You go wash up, and I’ll go talk to them."

Mary Scott hummed in agreement, watching David Locke leave the room.

Just as the door closed, David Locke’s expression instantly changed, looking at his own father with a not-so-good face, "Have you really been traveling on a plane for ten hours without resting? Older folks should sleep early to stay healthy."

His cheeky tone made Mr. Locke’s face even more sullen, "Are you trying to drive me to my grave?"

"Am I angering you? Are you sure?" David Locke retorted.

Edward Locke was momentarily speechless, again wanting to hit his son, leaving a sentence in frustration, "Your mom’s looking for you!"

After saying that, Edward Locke turned around and left.

David Locke seeing that, followed slowly.

Arriving at the study, Mrs. Twain was already in casual clothes. Seeing her son following slowly behind her husband, she glanced at David Locke’s leg, "How long has it been with your leg? Why hasn’t it healed?"

"We’ve been home so long, it’s nice to know you’re finally concerned about your son’s leg," David Locke replied slowly.

Mrs. Twain, "..."

The words weren’t that harsh, but why did they feel so irritating?

Edward Locke, who had already been upset earlier, looked at his wife sympathetically.

Receiving her husband’s gaze, Mrs. Twain knew she wasn’t the only one frustrated and took a deep breath, "Can’t you just speak nicely?"

"I haven’t seen you speak nicely today," David Locke thought of his mother’s attitude towards Mary Scott and felt quite displeased.

Mrs. Twain fell silent again, "..."

This truly is an example of having a girlfriend and forgetting your mother, she was furious!

"Dobbin Locke, you’re really something, I see you’re deliberately angering me and your old man to stand up for your girlfriend, right?" Sidney Twain snorted in anger.

"You figured it out?" David Locke had no intention of changing, instead sincerely asking his mother.

Edward Locke was displeased, "If you keep bullying my wife, do you believe I won’t beat you up!"

"Oh, you couldn’t beat me up before, so you’re taking advantage of my limp leg now, Mr. Locke, you’re amazing." David Locke gave his father a sidelong glance full of disdain.

Mr. Locke, "..."

He looked at his wife, how about a tag team?

Mrs. Twain stood up, responding with her gaze to her husband, I’m in!

David Locke backed off a bit, "Dad, Mom, I’m just joking, don’t take it seriously. My leg can barely take being hit, would you bear it if it actually broke?"

"Absolutely!" The couple replied in unison.

David Locke, "..." I underestimated them!

"Dad, Mom, calm down. Let’s talk about your grandson." David Locke was certainly not going to admit defeat after confronting them all night, but he could still try to divert their attention.

Sure enough, the moment he spoke, the murderous intent on Mr. Locke and Mrs. Locke’s faces disappeared, replaced by astonishment, especially Mrs. Twain who grabbed David Locke’s arm, "Is Mary Scott pregnant?"

David Locke found his mother’s reaction a bit awkward and reluctantly answered, "Not confirmed yet, but we’re actively preparing for it."

Smart as Mrs. Twain, she immediately let go of her son’s hand, "So she’s not pregnant yet? Are you using this as a breakthrough to get your father and me to accept that girl? I’ve researched; she’s the little trickster who left you for the M Kingdom years ago. Are you sure she won’t trick you again after all these years?"

"Since you’ve seen the news and investigated her, you should know she had no choice back then," David Locke softly explained for Mary Scott.

Sidney Twain snorted coldly, "I don’t care if she had no choice back then, I only know my son almost lost half his life because of her!" freewebnøvel_com

Mentioning the past made Mrs. Twain’s mood particularly gloomy, recalling how her son was once such a promising young man, only to end up tormenting himself for a girl, even distorting his personality to the point where he provoked his parents daily.

"Honey, let’s not talk about the past. Let’s focus on the present." Seeing his son’s face change, and his wife’s anger, Edward Locke quickly spoke up.

Mrs. Twain also knew how much that incident hurt her son back then and huffed but really didn’t bring it up again.

David Locke took a deep breath, quietly looking at his parents, "But Mom, I love her."

Even though she hurt me deeply, I love her!

Isn’t that how this world works? The one who falls in love first always loses. He used to think he lost terribly, but after reuniting, the woman gradually showed him with her actions that she loved him too. That was already a blessing to him. How could he still have the heart to dwell on the past?

Especially thinking about what Mary Scott has gone through these years, he couldn’t hold a grudge, only fearing he wasn’t cherishing her enough.

Mrs. Twain originally wanted to say something, but hearing her son’s helpless yet doting tone, her heart inexplicably welled with an ache, then a mix of anger and vexation, she spat, "You’ve grown up!"

Hearing his mother’s tone, David Locke secretly breathed a sigh of relief, knowing this hurdle with Mary Scott was over. He smiled in relief, then pretended to complain, "Mom, take it easy on your son. Finding a wife is not easy, if you scare her away, what would I do? And then you won’t have a grandchild to hold, right?"

"You still have the nerve to say that!" Mrs. Twain retorted with goosebumps all over, and thought of something, "Are you serious about trying for a baby? That girl did well at today’s press conference. Clearing her name is just a matter of time. She’s still young and doesn’t want to quit the industry. If she gets pregnant, wouldn’t that ruin her plans?"

"We’ve discussed it, and she’s willing. She’s preparing very actively." Talking about it, a smile tugged at David Locke’s lips.

Seeing her son looking like a fool, Mrs. Locke felt a bit upset, "Are you sure you’re not being tricked? Nowadays, young girls are pretty smart."

"It’s okay. If she wants to focus on her career now, we can wait a couple more years," David Locke didn’t care much about having a child, as long as Mary Scott was happy.

Suddenly being shown off the affection by her son, Mrs. Twain, "..."

This son is really something!

"Alright, let’s not talk about her anymore. Let’s talk about you instead." Not wanting to be angered or displayed more affection, Mrs. Locke changed the topic.

Speaking of himself, David Locke’s expression turned serious, "What could possibly be wrong with me? Don’t underestimate me. Let’s talk about the meeting gifts and hush money. Even though Mary and I didn’t have a wedding, the gifts you and Dad should give her can’t be missed. If you don’t know what to give, just give cash. She’s fine with everything except she lacks money. Also give a generous hush money, after all, you have enough money to last a lifetime..."

The more David Locke spoke, the harder it was for Mr. and Mrs. Locke to find words, wondering if a love potion was involved.

But David Locke wasn’t finished, "Mary’s father died early, and her mother doesn’t care about her. Lacking parental love since childhood, you could treat her a bit better. She’s simple-minded, joys and sorrows are apparent on her face. You treat her well, and she’ll surely repay you double..."

Sidney Twain couldn’t stand it, rubbing her ears, "Husband, get him out for me!"

Edward Locke stepped forward, "Did you hear that? Get out now!"

David Locke wanted to continue speaking, but his father, disregarding his injured leg, pushed him out of the study.

Bang!

The next moment, the door slammed shut with force, almost hitting David Locke’s nose, "...Dad is getting rougher."

After muttering, David Locke turned around only to meet Mary Scott looking over from the bedroom door, his lips curled up as he slowly approached, "Is the fair maiden here waiting like a faithful wife rock, so worried about me?"

"Did you spout nonsense and upset Aunt and Uncle again? Didn’t I tell you not to argue? How come you don’t listen? Now you’ve been kicked out! If they end up hating me more, how will w—" Seeing David Locke being kicked out of the study, Mary Scott couldn’t pay attention to his teasing, frantically chattering, not expecting that, as she spoke, the man suddenly lowered his head and blocked her lips.

Mary Scott’s eyes widened, a bit embarrassed. At this moment, how could he still be kissing her?

As David Locke kissed Mary Scott’s lips, he finally got some peace for his ears. Seeing the girl he was kissing giving a wide-eyed glare in anger, he simply covered Mary Scott’s eyes with his hand, continuing to deepen the kiss, making up for what was missed before.

Mary Scott initially managed to be mad, but as the kiss prolonged, she became dazed until she heard the study door being opened not far away, her rationality returned and she started pushing the increasingly audacious man away.

Mr. Locke and Mrs. Locke, after chatting a bit more once David Locke left, opened the door intending to go to the guest room to rest, only to witness the two of them outside the room still tangled up in a deep kiss, being shown up twice, "..."

Damn it, spring hasn’t even arrived yet?

Mary Scott, feeling the gaze from the distance, couldn’t hold it in anymore and pushed David Locke away with all her might. Of course, she saw Mr. and Mrs. Locke, instantly covering her face and rushing back to the room, both embarrassed and ashamed, her eyes welling up with tears.

She was already not favored by the Locke parents, and now being seen by them kissing David Locke at the door, wouldn’t they think she’s improper and dislike her even more?

Right from the start, Mary Scott worried about not being accepted by the Locke parents. Now, with David Locke falling out with his parents, and after witnessing what just happened, who knows what they might think of her, making Mary Scott feel utterly terrible.

After that incident years ago, the relatives from the Scott family who used to be attached to them almost cut ties instantly. Her mother’s side was even worse, excluding her younger brother, she practically had no other family, which is why she yearned for familial warmth more than anyone, and who knew David Locke wouldn’t even give her this chance.

Mary Scott lay on the bed, feeling increasingly aggrieved, tears flowing uncontrollably, terrified of not being accepted by the Locke parents, afraid David Locke would distance himself from his parents because of her.

When David Locke returned from outside, seeing the small body on the bed shaking with sobs, he paused to realize he had made her cry, rushing forward, "Moll Scott, why are you crying?"

Hearing his voice, Mary Scott buried her head deeper, her whole demeanor exuding rejection of the man.

David Locke hadn’t expected his earlier behavior truly angered the fool, lifting the blanket, "Get your head out, are you trying to suffocate yourself? Even if we’re seen, we’re adults, and also legal spouses, what’s wrong with a little kissing?"

Mary Scott hadn’t expected herself to be so upset, and this man was still saying flippant things next to her ear, she turned her head further away, not wanting to see David Locke at all.

David Locke didn’t care what she thought, reaching out to ruffle her hair, "I say, you silly girl, is it worth getting that upset over such a small thing? You’re trembling!"

The last few words were spoken in a particularly teasing manner.

Angered, Mary Scott suddenly lifted her head, "If this is a small thing to you, then what counts as a big thing, Dobbin Locke, you’re really too much!"

Saying that, Mary Scott buried her head again, sobbing harder.

Although she had only lifted her head for a moment, David Locke clearly saw her reddened eyes and finally panicked, "Little Moll, you’re really mad? Sweetie, don’t cry, it’s my fault, okay? My parents have lived abroad for years, they’re open-minded and won’t mind such things, they’ll just think I’m bullying you, definitely not have other unnecessary thoughts, now lift your head, no more crying!"

Hearing the man’s apology, Mary Scott not only was not comforted, but felt even more aggrieved. Was she just upset about the kiss being seen by his parents? She feared not being accepted by his parents!

But Mary Scott didn’t know how to express this to David Locke, maybe such a concern didn’t even count as a problem in his view, but it gnawed at her heart.

David Locke realized his words weren’t working, reached out to lift Mary Scott’s head, "Listen, lift your head up, you’re going to suffocate yourself like this!"

"Don’t need your concern!" Mary Scott replied hoarsely, she thought today she had a successful press conference, netizens no longer insulted her, some even started supporting her, she thought she finally turned things around, that life could start anew, only to come home and hit a wall.

This world indeed is fair, not everything can go smoothly!

"If you don’t want me to care, then who else would you want to care for?" David Locke spent quite some time with Mary Scott, yet it was his first time seeing her so unreasonable, feeling both helpless and amused.

Mary Scott, hearing the teasing in the man’s voice, buried her head even lower.

Seeing her suffocating, David Locke had no choice but to resort to a sneaky trick, "Moll Scott, I’ll count to three, if you don’t lift your head by then, I’ll go to my parents and let them explain to you."

Mary Scott’s body stiffened, opening her mouth in disbelief, then heard him casually counting, "1, 2..."

Beneath the bedding, Mary Scott’s breaths grew heavier.

David Locke caught it, "3, well, if you’re not getting up, I’m going to them..."

"Don’t!" As soon as she felt him moving, Mary Scott shot up, grabbing David Locke’s arm, only to see the mischievous smile on his face, trembling in anger, "You... You did it on purpose?"

Her breathing rapidly, evidently stifled!

David Locke, "..." How can this woman be so clueless?