Reborn as Mr.CEO’s Fat Wife
Chapter 656: Love the night view of this city but like you more

Chapter 656: Chapter 656: Love the night view of this city but like you more

Smack!

Mary Scott was walking when suddenly she heard a smack behind her, and then she was engulfed in blinding light.

She covered her eyes and frowned. She saw a car facing her and thought the driver was crazy to blind her with headlights. Then she heard a familiar male voice with a low command, "Get in the car."

Mary panicked. Why hadn’t he left yet?

"Get in the car. Don’t make me say it a third time." David Locke’s voice was filled with impatience.

"I... okay." Mary heard the slight anger in Dobbin Locke’s voice and hesitated momentarily, then dragged her suitcase towards the car.

Before she took a few steps, the car door suddenly opened, and a pair of long legs stretched out. Before Mary could react, her suitcase was suddenly lightened.

The two large suitcases that were so heavy for her were lifted by the man as if they were dolls, and he easily placed them in the trunk.

Mary awkwardly followed and saw the man getting into the car. She was about to open the back door when she heard a mocking voice, "Do you expect me to be your driver?"

Her hand on the car handle paused abruptly. She took a deep breath and switched to the passenger seat.

Once inside, Mary smelled the scent of tobacco. She glanced at David Locke in surprise; he hadn’t smoked before.

"Buckle up." Feeling Mary’s gaze, David coldly looked towards the seatbelt.

Mary snapped out of it and hurried to buckle her seatbelt. Because her hands were red and swollen, she couldn’t get it right several times and ended up hurting her injuries, wincing in pain.

David cursed softly and reached over to help Mary buckle her seatbelt.

Mary sat stiffly in the seat, scared. She lowered her head and could almost touch the man’s cheek. Because they were so close, she clearly smelled the tobacco on him, mixed with the fragrance of red wine. It wasn’t unpleasant. It even made her heart flutter uncontrollably.

He really was different now.

From a slightly immature young man, he’d grown into a complete man.

But he wasn’t her Dobbin Locke anymore. He was everyone’s Director Locke.

While Mary was in a daze, David had already started the car.

Mary looked at the bustling street scene retreating outside the window. Her face merged with the man’s profile on the car window. She felt bewildered, not knowing where this path she chose would lead her.

...

Top-floor apartment.

Abigail Green came out after showering, standing wrapped in a towel before the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking most of Swallow City.

It was already past midnight, and the city was still brilliantly lit.

From her height, it looked like a grand dream, with a surreal feeling.

Sometimes, Abigail couldn’t imagine that she had transformed into another person and lived a life completely different from her past.

It was strange and absurd.

But this sense of absurdity became real when the man who finished showering walked over and embraced her.

"What are you thinking?" Brandon Piers asked, resting his chin on Abigail’s shoulder and slightly leaning in.

"It’s so beautiful here. I never knew Swallow City’s night view was so beautiful." Abigail tilted her head to lean on Brandon’s head.

"Do you like it?" Brandon liked Abigail’s initiative in showing intimacy.

"I do." Abigail’s eyes sparkled as she turned to look at Brandon’s chiseled side profile against the city lights. She softly murmured, "But I like you more."

Brandon paused, thinking he heard it wrong. After a while, he asked with a hoarse voice, "Abigail, what did you just say? Repeat it."

Abigail laughed but refused to repeat herself.

Such confessions come from the heart. How could she repeat it just because he asked?

However, Brandon was persistent and kept pestering Abigail like a child craving sweets until he got what he wanted.

Abigail couldn’t avoid it. She laughed and evaded, "Like, like..."

"I want to hear the original words." Brandon looked at the woman blooming like March’s peach blossoms, playfully pinching her soft flesh to threaten her.

Abigail almost laughed to tears as she accused him with her eyes, "I like Swallow City’s night view but like you more."

"Good girl." Brandon listened and pulled Abigail into his arms, murmuring softly, good girl. He rested his chin on her forehead and unconsciously murmured, "Abigail, Abigail... I love you."

Abigail looked up in surprise, her dewy eyes meeting the man’s long, amber eyes. In them, she saw their reflections, full of love.

She couldn’t express her love as passionately as the man, but the love in her eyes was no less than his.

The night was deep. Abigail took the initiative to stretch out her delicate arms and hugged the beautiful man tightly. The curtains on both sides were not drawn, gently swaying with the wind. The deep blue sky nestled a faint crescent moon, as beautiful as a scene in a Hayao Miyazaki anime, perfectly falling into their eyes. "So beautiful!"

Abigail lightly sighed.

Brandon chuckled hoarsely, asking, "Then let’s come here often."

"Mmm..." Abigail softly responded.

The next day.

When Abigail woke up, it was already ten in the morning. She instinctively reached out to touch the side, but it was empty.

She woke up abruptly, glanced at the spacious apartment but didn’t see the man. Then she noticed a note Brandon left on the bedside table, "I have some matters to attend to. Breakfast is in the kitchen. Heat it up when you wake, I’ll come to get you later."

Looking at the man’s strong and powerful handwriting, Abigail felt great. Unfortunately, her phone rang. She thought it was Brandon and answered without looking, "Brandon..."

"It’s Eva Bell, Brandon’s mother. Come out and meet me." Eva ignored the joy in Abigail’s voice and spoke without emotion.

Abigail was stunned, realizing the call was from an unfamiliar number. It was none other than Brandon’s mother, Eva Bell.

"What? Afraid?" Before Abigail could respond, the other side provocatively said.

The words brought Abigail’s recently awakened, somewhat muddled mind back to clarity. She chuckled, "No need for such hostility, Mrs. Bell. My marriage with Brandon is inevitable. Even if you oppose it, it won’t stop us."

Abigail’s words were confident, causing Eva Bell on the other end to sneer, "Are you so sure my son will marry you? Miss Green, where does your confidence come from?"

"Naturally, from your son." Since the other party was hostile, Abigail saw no need to be courteous, responding bluntly.

"Oh, if you’re so confident, then meeting me shouldn’t be a problem?" Eva chuckled at Abigail’s words, directly challenging her.

Abigail didn’t know what had happened between Brandon and his mother, but she sensed the man had strong resistance toward her. So without thinking, she prepared to refuse but hadn’t spoken when the other end firmly said, "I’ll be waiting in the restaurant downstairs from your apartment. Don’t disappoint me."

With that, she hung up the phone.

Abigail held her phone, slightly opening her mouth. They were truly mother and son, their domineering attitudes identical.

Judging by the situation, she would likely have to meet her today.

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