Reborn as Mr.CEO’s Fat Wife
Chapter 896: Come Over, Please Me

Chapter 896: Chapter 896: Come Over, Please Me

Scoff...

Bang!

After Mary Scott said those words of regret, she immersed herself in her own emotions. She had already decided that there would be no future for her and David Locke; forcing themselves to stay together would only bring more pain. However, she didn’t notice the intense emotions overflowing from her words, infuriating the man beside her.

David Locke suddenly slammed on the brakes. The screeching sound of the tires against the road was deafening. Mary Scott, unprepared, hit her head against the front of the car with a bang. Tears welled in her eyes from the pain, and she glared angrily at David. "What the hell are you doing?"

Didn’t this man know that suddenly braking on a main road was extremely dangerous? Did he not care for his life, let alone others’?

"What the hell do you mean if your regret can make me hate you less, then you really did regret? Moll Scott, you truly think highly of yourself!" David was truly infuriated by this woman. How could she shamelessly say such things? She was the one who betrayed, and now she played the innocent? Guess being in the entertainment circle for too long didn’t improve other skills, just turned her into a complete bitch.

Mary Scott remained silent, sitting there quietly.

David grew even more frustrated seeing her like this. He came intending to ease things for her but ended up filled with anger. He couldn’t understand why women outside were eager to please him, yet here he was, torturing himself, getting infuriated by this woman time and time again.

"Moll Scott, do you feel aggrieved being with me?" David lit a cigarette for himself, exhaled a cloud of smoke, and didn’t look at Mary Scott, but kept his gaze on the side mirror.

After he said this, Mary Scott instinctively shook her head, but recalling how David hadn’t touched her since they got a marriage certificate those months ago, and how the occasional intimate gestures felt so resistant, it truly hurt.

It wasn’t so much about being aggrieved over the fact of being with David, but more about how being together felt grievous.

Although it seemed to be just a matter of three words, the difference was vastly significant.

And it couldn’t simply be summarized with just the word "grievance."

So midway through shaking her head, Mary Scott stopped. "Dobbin... David, do you really think there’s any point in discussing these issues? Back then, you needed a shield, I needed money, and now the transaction is complete, we should just live our own lives. Six years ago, it was truly my fault. I apologize to you, and in the future... let’s not contact each other anymore."

After saying this, Mary Scott took a deep breath, only to inhale some of David’s secondhand smoke, causing her to cough violently. After barely recovering, she reached to open the car door, "Just let me out here."

Having made the decision, Mary Scott didn’t hesitate any longer.

Better a short pain than a long one.

But when she tried to open the car door, it wouldn’t budge, forcing her to turn back, "Director Locke, could you... ugh..."

Before Mary Scott could finish speaking, her hair was suddenly yanked, and her head was forcibly pulled towards the man, the next moment her mouth was bitten down on, causing her to let out a pained whimper. She looked incredulously at the man in front of her, only to find David’s eyes red with fury, emanating a violent aura as if he was about to devour her.

Even though she had seen this man’s anger before, at this moment, Mary Scott was a bit intimidated.

Until Mary Scott was on the verge of suffocating, David finally let go of her.

Whoosh!

She gasped heavily as air rushed in, filling her mouth with the strong taste of smoke. She coughed as she breathed, finally calming down after a long while. Just as she started to feel better, she heard a fierce voice above her, "Moll Scott, I really want to kill you. What kind of heart do you really have?"

He had never seen a woman as sweet-looking and pure as Moll Scott yet with a heart as venomous as a scorpion’s.

No, scorpions weren’t as vicious as she was.

Upon hearing David’s words, Mary Scott looked up angrily at the man. But because of the kiss earlier, combined with her coughing which left tears in her eyes, she appeared both delicate and pitiful, with not an ounce of menace. Instead, she looked like an adorable, agitated kitten, irresistibly cute.

David was taken aback. After so many years, he realized he must be cursed, no matter how many beauties he met, he only fell for Moll Scott’s appearance. He had never seen anyone as well-behaved as her, both obedient and endearing, pouting whenever kissed too fervently, glaring at him aggressively yet looking so adorable.

He had truly doted on this woman down to his bones, yet the more he had cherished her, the deeper his hatred had grown later.

Mary Scott bit her lip. "What kind of heart I have doesn’t matter. What’s important is what do you want? You’ve already kicked me out, I’ve agreed to divorce, and now, appearing like this, aren’t you afraid your new girlfriend will get jealous?"

She just didn’t get this man. He had avenged himself, so what more did he want? He hadn’t touched her all the time they were married, and now, right before the divorce, he wasn’t disgusted by her anymore?

Hearing this response, David took a deep breath, "So you threw a tantrum at me yesterday because of that rumor?"

Mary Scott laughed angrily. She threw a tantrum at him? Was he sure?

"Whoever you have rumors with has nothing to do with me." Mouth still filled with his smoke, Mary Scott was extremely uncomfortable and did not wish to continue the entanglement any longer. "It’s getting late, if you’re unwilling to take me home, just let me out of the car."

Hearing Mary Scott’s words, feeling the cold indifference emanating from her, David’s heart felt like it was being stabbed hard, realizing once again all his feelings were just wishful thinking.

Seeing the icy weather outside, he dearly wished to throw her out of the car, but eventually, he just licked his back molars hard and restarted the car.

But instead of taking Mary Scott to Alfred Scott’s place, he took them back to Rose Valley.

Mary Scott watched as the car rerouted. "Let me out of the car."

"Text your brother, tell him you won’t be coming back tonight," David coldly commanded.

Mary Scott couldn’t comprehend what the man intended to do now. "David Locke, can you not be so unpredictable, don’t forget it was you who said you didn’t want to see me anymore."

"I’ve changed my mind." David said as he revved up the car to a hundred kilometers an hour.

Mary Scott exhaled, "What do you want to do?"

"What do you think? I’ve spent so much money; I might as well get my money’s worth. Even second and third-tier actresses only cost around ten thousand a night. Do you really think you’re more valuable than a second or third-tier actress?" David spat out viciously, his words laden with humiliation. He thought maybe if he slept with her, the obsession in his heart would fade, and both of them could move on.

Those words left Mary Scott cold in her seat. Although she was aware that David had a humiliating intent when he spent money to marry her, hearing it so bluntly from his mouth, she was somewhat unable to accept it, shaking slightly in anger. But then she recalled he wasn’t wrong; when she agreed to marry him, there indeed was a financial motive. A self-mocking smile emerged as she deliberately spoke in a flat tone, "Director Locke, the price you offered is enough to sleep with several second and third-tier actresses. It’s an honor to catch the eye of Director Locke. I wonder what kind of service you prefer; I will wholeheartedly serve you."

Maybe truly tearing down that final facade between them would be the only way to completely sever this relationship.

Mary Scott thought, ultimately, they had reached the most embarrassing point.

David Locke was almost enraged to a heart attack by Mary Scott’s last line about wholeheartedly serving him, casting a harsh glare her way, "I hope you can say that just as easily in a little while."

If he didn’t finish her off tonight, he wouldn’t be surnamed Locke.

Mary Scott ignored David and pulled out her phone to call her brother.

On the other end, Alfred Scott sounded downcast as he asked, "Will you be able to come back tomorrow?"

Seeing her brother’s message, Mary Scott took a deep breath, "I’ll try my best. Is it still hurting today?"

The response was a quick "It doesn’t hurt," but Mary Scott knew that was impossible. It was brain surgery after all, and she’d witnessed her brother soaking the sheets in pain post-surgery, yet he refused to worry her, not even making a peep.

The surgeon had also prescribed painkillers, but they couldn’t be taken too often. Most of the time, he had to endure the pain. Luckily, her brother was bedridden and couldn’t use his phone much, so he was unaware of all the messy rumors about her online.

Mary Scott gave several more instructions for her brother to take care of himself and promised to be back before lunar new year. Only then did Alfred hang up.

The moment she hung up, the gentleness on Mary Scott’s face dissipated, leaving only coldness and the complex emotions for what she was about to face.

In the months since they got their marriage certificate, it wasn’t that she hadn’t imagined they’d get intimate. Living together daily, there were occasional close interactions, but it always ended in his eyes filled with disgust and resistance, leading her to give up.

She didn’t quite understand; he clearly despised doing those things with her, so why now, adopting a stance as if he were buying her? He’d spent the money, so might as well use it?

Mary Scott wouldn’t foolishly believe that David Locke couldn’t let go of her.

When it came to avoiding emotional entanglements, Mary Scott remained rational. David was right — their marriage was initially a money transaction. Having received the money, she naturally had to serve her benefactor well.

By the time David drove them into Rose Valley, Mary Scott was prepared mentally. So when they got out and he pressed her against the entrance of the villa, she merely let out a muffled hum and calmly looked at him.

But her composed demeanor only infuriated David further, making him suspect that she was so experienced and shameless. Otherwise, why act so calmly?

Since that was the case, David felt no need to treat her gently anymore, commanding coldly, "Get yourself clean."

Such a tone truly befit a benefactor.

Mary Scott took a deep breath, enduring the pain in her back as she went to the bathroom.

The villa’s bathroom was temperature controlled. As soon as the hot water sprinkled down, Mary Scott’s body shivered uncontrollably, but gradually, warmth returned to her, along with genuine calmness — not the feigned calmness in front of David. It was real tranquility. Since her teenage years, she had believed she would marry Dobbin Locke. Before her eighteenth birthday, she had planned to give herself to him, wanting to be the first and only woman in his life.

Unfortunately, that unexpected upheaval struck suddenly. Her father came under investigation, and the entire Scott family was stunned. She couldn’t believe her father was such a person, yet the facts spoke for themselves.

Remembering her life as a little princess before she turned eighteen, Mary Scott felt like it was truly a fairy tale of a dream.

But after the fairy tale collapsed, what remained was only the fragmented and discordant life.

So when David demanded her, Mary Scott wasn’t entirely resistant, even when he did it in such a humiliating manner. It felt like she was finally going to complete something she had intended to do at eighteen. Though it was a little late, a little embarrassing, it would eventually be done.

It was like putting an end to the regrets of her youth.

At this point, the process no longer mattered, as long as there was an outcome.

"It’s also a way of settling it for myself." Mary Scott murmured to herself, immersing her body in the bathtub, lathering foam over every inch of her skin, scrubbing thoroughly, and finishing with body lotion — the hazelnut scent that the man favored most.

By the time she came out, David was already done with his shower. He stood with a towel wrapped around his waist, water dripping down from his wet chest, down his pale, powerful muscles, disappearing along the lines of his abdomen. His short hair lay casually against his head, appearing nonchalant yet exuding the aura of a beast ready to strike.

Seeing Mary Scott in a thin silk camisole nightdress, her slender figure exposed under the light, David merely gave her a glance before ordering coldly, "Come here."

Mary Scott gazed at the wild, untamed man, her mind flashing back to six years ago when he held her in his heart, but only for a fleeting moment. Obediently, she approached, and the next moment, he continued to command, "Please me."

It was truly humiliating.

Mary Scott was no naive teenager, quite aware that the "please me" wasn’t any innocent game of young lovers, but rather the desires and corruption of adulthood.

She took a deep breath, looking at that face she loved, clumsily moving to kiss him. But the next moment, David turned away, sarcastically stating, "You think you’re worthy of kissing me?"

Mary Scott gritted her teeth. Wasn’t he the one who nearly suffocated her with a kiss just a moment ago? Damn.

Swearing harshly in her heart, she maintained a facade of obedient compliance, acknowledging his benefactor role. Seeing her demeanor, David grew even more exasperated, sitting down at the head of the bed and pointing to a spot, "Kneel."

In that instant, Mary Scott almost lost her composure, glaring at him in anger, "Dobbin Locke..."

"What? Can’t handle it?" Seeing this, David finally revealed his first smile of the night, dripping with sarcasm.

Mary Scott laughed in anger, "You’ve paid, how could I not handle it? But Dobbin Locke, don’t regret this!"

With that, Mary Scott dropped to her knees abruptly.

David gritted his teeth, how could he regret this? After tonight, his obsession would dissipate, and they would end things completely. What was there to regret? Just a woman who didn’t love him — why would he regret that? Ridiculous.

"Call me Director Locke."

Dobbin Locke? As if she was worthy.

Kneeling before him, Mary Scott heard his command, raising her doe-like eyes to glance at David, then softly speaking, "Director Locke."

David’s body trembled, momentarily losing control. This loss of control manifested most clearly in his body. Surprised, he looked down, unable to believe it, his gaze landing on Mary Scott’s delicate, pretty face, haunted by those images that had tormented him repeatedly over the years, chilling his heart further, "Begin."

Seeing this, Mary Scott smirked, she hadn’t realized he was so easily swayed. No wonder he had rumors with every woman; apparently, he was just a chauvinistic pig. Pressing her lips together, Mary Scott summoned all her acting skills honed over the years, casting a sweet smile towards him, "Director Locke, then I’ll begin."

In an instant, David felt he was going insane!