Reborn as Mr.CEO’s Fat Wife
Chapter 721: Probably Because He’s Not Shameless Enough

Chapter 721: Chapter 721: Probably Because He’s Not Shameless Enough

"Ahem..." David Locke lightly coughed, his gaze falling on Lena Locke. "Kids shouldn’t worry too much and should focus on their studies."

"Hehe, I just think you and Aunt are too good-looking, it’s a waste not to have kids." Lena Locke giggled.

Unlike the others, Abigail knew that Mary Scott and David Locke’s relationship wasn’t as it seemed on the surface. She stepped forward to relieve the tension. "Mary is in the prime of her career now. It’s not too late to have kids in a few years."

"Yeah, my goddess still needs to focus on her career. Getting married so early has already delayed her stardom. How can she have kids now?" Ralf was not only a fan of Mary Scott’s looks but also a fan of her career.

Lena Locke suddenly realized that her Aunt was still a celebrity. How could any celebrity have kids so quickly? Disappointment showed on her face. "Right, I guess I can’t play with a pretty baby for now. But Aunt, keep going! I hope you get the Best Actress Grand Slam soon, then have a baby."

Mary Scott smiled. She was currently an obscure actress who only gained some attention from scandals, and without any representative works, her popularity couldn’t be maintained. She might not even get any acting roles, let alone aim for a Best Actress Grand Slam. But seeing the sincere hope in the young girl’s eyes, she didn’t want to let her down and nodded. "I’ll do my best!"

"We believe in you," Lena Locke said happily.

Ralf immediately cheered her on. "Yes, go for it!"

Mary Scott felt a warm feeling in her heart. After debuting in a small youth drama, she became moderately famous, but soon after, her company suppressed her, and she quickly faded into obscurity. She had few fans, but a lot of haters. Now, being sincerely encouraged by a few people made her very happy. "I bought a lot of ingredients. How about I treat you all to dinner?"

But as soon as she finished speaking, she remembered that this wasn’t her home and instinctively looked at David Locke.

David Locke met her questioning gaze. "Mary’s cooking is pretty good."

"If I had known, I would have eaten less seafood earlier." Ralf didn’t expect to be invited to his goddess’s place in his lifetime. Unfortunately, he was already full and regretfully shook his head.

Lena Locke glanced at the time. "Uncle, haven’t you eaten yet? You should go eat. We already ate at Abigail’s, and we have to go back to school later. We can mooch some food another time."

"Teddy is about to sleep, so let’s plan something for next time." Seeing David Locke travel-stained, Abigail supported Lena Locke’s suggestion.

Mary Scott felt a bit disappointed. "Alright, let’s plan for next time."

"Okay," Abigail replied straightforwardly, and then she took a photo of Mary Scott, Ralf, and Wilson Jasper with her phone before saying goodbye.

By the time they returned to the villa, it was already late. Hughes arranged for a car to send Lena Locke and the others back to school. Abigail took Teddy upstairs, played with him for a while until he fell asleep before returning to her study.

She was busy until very late. When she left the study, she heard noise downstairs and hurried down to find a tall, handsome man in a standoff with a robot vacuum at the door.

Because Brandon Piers’s image wasn’t set up, Pinky couldn’t recognize him. It was circling around him, following his steps like it was tracking a small thief. Threo was squatting to the side, looking confused.

Abigail was first taken aback, then crossed her arms and watched with glee. She met Brandon Piers’s cold gaze and, fearing the noise might wake Lois, she coughed lightly. "Pinky, he’s a guest."

Pinky thought for a moment and then changed its attitude, using a cute, anthropomorphic voice. "Hello, guest. I’m called Pinky. You can call me Pinky. Welcome to the owner’s home late at night."

Brandon Piers glanced disdainfully at the contraption Romeo had made, and then at his family’s small fat cat. Not good at naming, calling it anything from little Red to Pinky. Then, looking at the German Shepherd, pitifully called Doggy Piers, it sounded more like an insult.

"Shh!" Hearing Pinky’s adorable but dumb voice, Abigail shushed. The smart little thing obediently went to charge itself.

Once Pinky left, Abigail haughtily glanced at Brandon Piers and then turned to go upstairs.

Brandon Piers raised an eyebrow and followed.

Then, inevitably, he got stabbed with a needle again.

But this time, Brandon Piers was prepared. He didn’t feel tortured and even had a slight smile on his lips the whole time.

Abigail saw him like this and began to wonder if this man had masochistic tendencies.

...

Benjamin Jones leaned against the balcony, gazing at Abigail’s house in the distance. The hazy light from the windows was clearly visible.

He had just resolved Miss Ford’s issue and returned to see a figure enter the neighboring villa. Although he didn’t see the person’s face clearly, Abigail’s villa’s security was strict; an ordinary person couldn’t have gotten in without causing a commotion.

There was only one possibility: the visitor was Brandon Piers.

He thought Abby had been in a strange mood for the past few days, and it seemed he was right.

Benjamin Jones exhaled mockingly, the breath forming a white mist in the night, obscuring the complex emotions in his eyes.

The cigarette clamped between his index and middle fingers alternately flared and dimmed in the darkness, exuding an indescribable loneliness.

He somewhat understood why he had never been able to win over others all these years. He probably wasn’t shameless enough.

Beep...

Just as Benjamin Jones was lost in self-deprecation, his phone beeped beside him. Glancing at it, he saw a message from Catherine Ford, thanking him for his help that night.

Frowning, he thought about her. She was the most foolish woman he had ever seen. Pregnant out of wedlock and refusing to reveal the father, and on top of that, marrying such a scumbag—utterly foolish!

Yet, when he thought of how scared she was but still stubbornly protected her child, he couldn’t say anything harsh. He casually replied with a "Hmm."

After replying, Benjamin Jones still didn’t feel sleepy. He loosened the collar of his usually tightly buttoned shirt, went inside, and took out the bottle of red wine he had left unfinished last time. Holding a cigarette in one hand and swirling a highball glass to let the wine breathe in the other.

Just then, the phone’s video call ringtone abruptly broke the silence of the room. Glancing at the caller ID, he frowned with some displeasure and was about to reject the call but then saw the previous message from Catherine Ford. "Lawyer Jones, are you resting? little noonlight is scared and won’t sleep unless you say goodnight to her. I’m so sorry for troubling you!"

He had only glanced at the last sentence and replied with a "Hmm."

His hand, poised to press the red button, paused. He extinguished the cigarette between his fingers, went back inside, and answered the call.

On the other end, a beautiful, clean face appeared, looking surprised that he had answered. The face was close to the screen, and he could see the redness around her eyes. Benjamin Jones was slightly stunned and thought of the kitten abandoned downstairs at his office. Before he could speak, the phone shook, and a child’s voice cried out, "Uncle Jones, Uncle Jones..."

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