Reborn as Mr.CEO’s Fat Wife
Chapter 665: What kind of true love is this?

Chapter 665: Chapter 665: What kind of true love is this?

"From youth to adulthood, all I ever wanted was you. Hello, Lady Locke @Actress Mary Scott." The moment this tweet went out, it took less than half an hour to become a hot topic.

All the gossiping netizens swarmed in, watching this shocking piece of gossip.

The unwritten rules turned into marriage. Isn’t this too outrageous?

And it involved a famous director and a C-list actress. The most shocking part was that they had been together since high school, and despite the huge gap between them now, they still managed to get married. What kind of true love is this?

In just an hour, the name Mary Scott was trending.

Mary Scott knew Director Locke was taking photos and had some inkling, but she also knew this man’s temperamental nature and didn’t dare ask too many questions. When they got the marriage certificate, he said it was to dispel rumors, but she didn’t expect him to use such a caption.

For a moment, she looked at him with a mixture of eagerness and confusion. "Um..." What did he mean by all he ever wanted was her? Was he confessing his feelings? Did he still have feelings for her all these years?

"Don’t overthink it. You know I like to play the full part when acting. Since I agreed to help the second young master divert the public’s attention, I naturally aim to do the best." Director Locke noticed the curiosity in Mary Scott’s eyes and explained without any expression.

The heart that had just started to flutter was immediately doused by cold water, and Mary Scott awkwardly shut her mouth. "Then the marriage certificate..."

"Our agreement is for three years. You don’t need fame; I don’t want to have a sugar daddy scandal. But even with a marriage certificate, you should understand your position." After saying this, Director Locke returned to his study.

Mary Scott stood there with cold hands and feet, thinking how foolish she had been. How could she think this man still loved her? She didn’t notice Director Locke’s obviously tense hand as he walked away.

Looking at the tightly closed door, she suppressed the faint promptings of her heart due to that one line on Twitter. She murmured softly, "Don’t dream, don’t hope."

Just as she was muttering to herself, her phone rang. It was her assistant, Mia. Mary Scott hesitated for a moment, then answered, only to hear the other person’s excited exclamation. "Mary, how did you do it? How did you do it? Oh my god, you actually knew Director Locke for so long, and you even..."

"Stop, stop. It’s not what you think. There’s nothing between us." Mary Scott cut off her assistant’s shrill squeals.

But Mia disagreed. "You two are married, and there’s nothing between you? You’re kidding me! I’ve looked at Director Locke’s Twitter post dozens of times. I can confirm that the person in the old photos and on the marriage certificate is you!"

"Well... Anyway, it’s not what you think. Let’s leave it at that for now." Mary Scott couldn’t explain clearly at the moment. Having said that, she wanted to hang up the call.

"Wait, don’t hang up. My phone is about to explode with calls from media companies. Do you know? You’ve become famous, really famous! The company wants you back and even offers you a leading role that they initially intended for Charlotte Leigh."

However, Mary Scott wasn’t moved at all. She had no hope for her current company. With Derek Davis’s character, now that she had David Locke’s support, he would hold her up. But if he found out that her relationship with David Locke wasn’t what the media imagined, who knows how he would continue to deal with her.

As for Charlotte Leigh, Mary Scott suspected that this woman was behind the scandalous photos of her and David Locke. But she found it strange that Charlotte Leigh, if she had incriminating photos, would release only those that showed very little, leaving David Locke entirely blackened.

Regardless, Mary Scott would not consider her previous company. After thinking for a moment, she said, "Refuse for me. From now on, I’ll be managed by Director Locke."

"But..."

"That’s all for today." After saying this, Mary Scott hung up the phone. Her mind was a mess, and she couldn’t process too many things at once.

Still holding the phone, Mary Scott glanced at the man’s still-closed door, sighed softly, and walked into the kitchen.

Her current role might be somewhere between friends with benefits and a nanny?

But no, he even found her dirty.

...

Moon Lake Manor.

After the news of Director Locke and Mary Scott’s marriage blew up on social media, Kelvin Max took the opportunity to have people frantically delete posts, comments, and hot topics.

By the time the public reacted, many posts could no longer be found, making it harder to bring the topic back up.

However, while the online situation was resolved, Eva Bell wasn’t as easy to handle as the netizens.

After careful consideration, Brandon Piers decided to go to the Waldorf to talk to his mother.

After so many years, he felt that some things didn’t need to be mentioned. But now that Abigail was involved, he had to bring them up, even if he didn’t want to.

Moreover, some matters needed resolution.

"Brandon, are you really going? I have a bad feeling about this." Since the moment Eva Bell slapped Brandon Piers without mercy, Abigail had felt that it wasn’t safe for her man to be with Eva Bell.

"Don’t worry. After all, I’m her son. She won’t do anything to me outright." Seeing Abigail’s nervous look, Brandon Piers felt a little better.

"Who knows?" Abigail muttered softly.

"Ha-ha." It was rare for Brandon Piers to see Abigail like this. He chuckled lightly. "Is she going to eat me?"

"I’m afraid she’ll have someone eat you." Abigail grumbled in dissatisfaction, her tone containing an involuntary hint of jealousy.

Brandon Piers had hoped to see Abigail get jealous yesterday, but she hadn’t. Unexpectedly, her sour tone amused him today, lifting his spirits. He reached out and pinched her cheek. "Don’t worry, I only let you eat me."

Abigail, "... " How did this man manage to make suggestive comments so seriously?

Although she felt sweet inside, she swatted away Brandon Piers’s hand pinching her cheek, awkwardly. "Anyway, pretty boys should also protect themselves outside."

Little did Abigail expect her words to become prophetic.

Brandon Piers laughed, "Hmm, I’ll keep my chastity for my little chubby."

Abigail listened, feeling both ashamed and angry. Who wanted him to keep his chastity?

But after feeling ashamed and angry, Abigail realized, "Who are you calling little chubby?"

She had slimmed down to ninety pounds, yet he still called her little chubby? Unbearable.

"I am." A survival instinct made the man immediately back down.

Abigail huffed arrogantly, standing on tiptoe to pinch his cheek. "Hmm, a bit chubby."

"Chubby? How is that possible? I’ve regained my weight in Durin and maintained it ever since." Saying that, Brandon Piers, afraid Abigail wouldn’t believe him, stepped on the electronic scale, confirming that he was exactly 70 kg, not a gram more or less.

Abigail, "... fuck, this damned OCD!"

"Go away." Abigail said expressionlessly as she watched him step off the scale.

Realizing what he had just done, Brandon Piers laughed heartily. Looking at Abigail’s expression, he found his woman incredibly cute.

But Abigail didn’t think he was cute at all. She reached out her hand and pointed to the door, "Please."

Brandon Piers left the main house with a smile. Even when calling Kennan Max, he was in a good mood.

"Second Young Master, Miss Swift visited Madam and left half an hour ago." Kennan Max reported diligently, though surprised.

"Got it," Brandon Piers replied, understanding.