Reborn as Mr.CEO’s Fat Wife
Chapter 655: Feeling a Bit Full from Today’s Dose of PDA

Chapter 655: Chapter 655: Feeling a Bit Full from Today’s Dose of PDA

Leaving Mary Scott, Abigail Green returned to Brandon Piers’ side, only to hear the man huffing. "You still remember to come back?"

Abigail glanced at the few handsome men pretending to drink nearby, their ears perked up. She leaned into Brandon’s ear. "What’s this? Even jealous of a woman?"

"Hmph." Brandon snorted arrogantly.

Abigail couldn’t help but laugh near Brandon’s ear. The next thing she knew, the angry man beside her suddenly pressed her head and kissed her. Before Abigail could feel embarrassed, he let go and pulled her up. "It’s getting late. Let’s head home early. Tonight, it’s on me."

With that, he wrapped his arm around Abigail and walked out.

The three single guys: "..." Was that necessary?

They hadn’t even finished Tsukkomi-ing when David Locke held Mary Scott’s wrist and said to the three, "I have something to do. Let’s meet next time."

The three single guys, who hadn’t recovered from one wave of attacks: "..." Fuck, today’s PDA really filled them up.

But the two couples didn’t give them any attention.

The three single guys looked at each other, then Noel Roberts suggested, "How about we also leave?"

Outside, when Brandon took Abigail out, it was already eleven at night.

In mid-April in Swallow City, the nights were still a bit chilly. Brandon draped his coat over Abigail’s shoulders. "It’s too late. By the time we get back to the estate, it’ll be past midnight. I have an apartment nearby. Let’s stay there tonight."

Abigail was curious. This place was a business center, not many residential areas. She poked her head out of the man’s coat. "Is it close?"

"Not far." Brandon pointed to a towering building.

"Isn’t that the CBD? There are apartments there?" Abigail was in disbelief. This man was too extravagant, buying an apartment in the center of the CBD? She had always thought this place was only for office and commercial use.

"Yes." Brandon smiled and nodded, holding Abigail’s hand as they walked towards the apartment. As they crossed the overpass, a boy was performing music.

Abigail suddenly remembered that day when the man played and sang at her and Jeffrey Foster’s wedding. She got excited. "How about singing another song?"

Brandon looked at the bustling overpass. "Are you sure?"

On the way, Abigail felt the gazes of people on them. She saw Brandon looking at the surrounding people, then smiled, grasping his hand and running. "Definitely not sure."

She didn’t want so many strangers watching her man sing love songs.

Brandon followed behind Abigail, feeling her little thoughts. He was in a good mood and whispered in her ear, "Alright, then I’ll sing for you under the covers tonight."

"Why under the covers?" Abigail asked without thinking.

"Because you probably won’t be able to go anywhere else tonight." The man’s gentle voice had a hint of seductive richness.

Abigail’s face felt hot. "Stop it, Pullan is still behind us."

Brandon suddenly realized and looked back at Pullan, who kept a meter behind them. "Find a place to sleep tonight."

Pullan, diligent as ever: "..." What did he do wrong? Not only did he endure PDA all night, but now he had to find his own corner to sleep?

"I’ll reimburse." Brandon tossed these two words as he led Abigail away, and Pullan, who was just feeling resentful, instantly felt relieved.

Tonight he’d stay at the best hotel in the CBD to make up for himself.

Though the three had their own way, Kelvin Max and his people watched the news all night, ready to clash with the third branch till dawn.

...

April Sky.

David Locke took Mary Scott out of April Sky and made a call. "Have all the tails been dealt with?"

Not sure what the response was, David frowned. "No need to bother the reporter, just tie him up and send him to the address I’ll provide."

After instructing, David hung up the phone and looked at Mary. "I’ll take you back to the apartment."

"No need... I can go back by myself." Mary, who was already afraid of the current David, felt even more nervous when she heard his emotionless words about tying up the reporter.

She felt that the current David wasn’t the same person she knew years ago.

Besides, their statuses had changed drastically.

David looked steadily at Mary for a while. "Remember what you promised tonight. I’ll have a driver pick you up in the morning."

"Pick me up... in the morning?" Mary didn’t expect it to be so soon.

"Did you think you’d have time to hook up with someone else?" David sneered. This woman was just talking animatedly with Abigail; now she put on a deadpan face for him. For whom was she pretending?

His words made Mary go pale. "Don’t worry, I stick to my agreements. Since you’re picking me up tomorrow morning, when will you pay?"

This time it was David’s turn to look uncomfortable. He had planned to buy her for three years but didn’t expect her to ask for money so bluntly. Did she really think of him as a john?

No shame at all.

"Don’t worry. I respect contracts, unlike some people." David finished and walked towards his car without looking at Mary again.

Mary looked at the tall man’s back and sighed. The moment she had agreed to David, she had selfish intentions.

Over the years, he was the only person she felt guilty about and missed. So even though it was humiliating, she still harbored fantasy at certain moments. She fantasized that perhaps he didn’t solely want to humiliate her but had some lingering feelings.

But Mary knew it was just her fantasy.

She stayed there for a while before sighing in the night wind and went back into April Sky to ask the manager for her suitcase.

Since she had been in David’s private room and had left with him, the manager didn’t give her trouble but also didn’t pay her for the night.

Mary’s wallet was empty. She dragged two suitcases out of April Sky as the night grew deeper, and she had no idea where to go.

She had given her last money to the hospital today. Now she was penniless, couldn’t afford to stay in even a cheap hotel, and she had barely eaten tonight but had drunk a lot to sell liquor. Her stomach started to ache.

Self-ridicule wore a bitter smile on Mary’s face. She should have clung to David just now—already hitting rock bottom; why still care about dignity?

But if she really asked, she couldn’t do it.

Having nothing left, if she also gave up her dignity, what would she have left?

Thinking of this, Mary smiled bitterly, rubbed her aching stomach, and dragged her suitcases forward. She remembered there being a posh public bathroom nearby where she might stay for the night.

David sat in his car, one hand on the steering wheel, a cigarette in the other, eyes fixed on Mary’s back in the swirling smoke.

The delicate woman, dragging two suitcases almost as big as her, struggled forward. Her pale arms stretched taut, using all her strength, yet she barely moved the suitcases. Finally, she took off her high heels and tied them to the suitcase, dragging it barefoot.

Watching her small, white feet under the streetlight, contrasting with his indifferent demeanor, David suddenly took a deep drag and stubbed out his cigarette.