100 Percent Spoiled: Reincarnated Wife Is a Little Fierce! - Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Change

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

“Yes, I vouch for her with my character. She is absolutely fine!” David’s voice was somewhat impatient as he pinched his brow.

Since being ‘invited’ by Gwyn to look after Mary yesterday, David had heard the question “Is she okay?” countless times. David couldn’t understand why the decisive Gwyn in the business world was so overly concerned.

“But she didn’t seem well yesterday…” Gwyn looked at Mary’s less-than-good complexion, still feeling worried.

“But yesterday, she…” Gwyn looked at Mary’s pale face and was still a little worried.

“Oh my god, I’m begging you. She’s really fine. At most, she caught a cold, and she doesn’t even need an IV,” David said helplessly.

Gwyn asked a lot of questions until David slammed the door and left.

As he was about to turn around, someone hugged him from behind. He instinctively tried to pull the person’s hand away, but then he caught a familiar scent.

A warm feeling flooded his heart.

“Mary, are you feeling unwell?” Gwyn asked with concern, unconsciously putting her hand on his waist.

“No, I just want to hug you.”

It was rare for Mary to act so spoiled, and Gwyn couldn’t help but feel excited, her heart beating uncontrollably.

He couldn’t understand why Mary had run away and returned home by herself. Given her personality, it was completely out of character.

However, not only had she returned, but there was also a noticeable change in her.

But no matter what, it was good that she was back.

He turned around and hugged Mary tightly, but he used too much force, making Mary feel like she was about to suffocate.

Mary also buried her head in Gwyn’s chest and sniffed the familiar scent, causing her to feel a bit emotional.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded.

“Sir, the company called just now. They need you to reply.”

Mary turned around and saw Tracey’s jealous gaze.

The other servants cast disapproving glances at her, considering how hard it had been for Miss Mary to change her ways. Their young master had finally found his love, and yet Tracy had the audacity to speak out now.

Tracey put on an awkward smile and looked at Gwyn with a gentle gaze.

“I’ll go take care of it, you go back to bed first.” Gwyn kissed Mary lightly on the forehead.

Tracy quickly looked down, hiding her fierce gaze.

Mary sent Gwyn off with a smile on her face. She turned to Tracy and said gently, “Please bring a cup of hot milk to the bedroom.”

“Alright.” Tracy replied.

Mary looked at Tracy’s clenched fists and could not help but laugh.

Yes, Trish had played a significant role in causing the divorce between Mary and Gwyn in her previous life.

Now that she was back, she would naturally deal with these people one at a time.

Mary sank into the bathtub and felt the warmth enveloping her body. She gradually relaxed.

On her shoulder, a red spider lily bloomed. This was the symbol of her reincarnation from hell.

In order to come back, Mary had to go through pain and torture in hell again and again. Every time she went through it, the red spider lily would become brighter.

The angel gave her a chance to be reborn, but it was not that simple. She had to go through a process, where she would have to use her pain to water a spider lily until it bloomed fully. Only then could she be reborn.

She witnessed the downfall of the Miller family, the death of Gwyn’s family, and the adulterous couple’s scheme to frame her family, but she was powerless to stop it.

She was still beaten repeatedly in prison. Her eyes were gouged out, her fingers were cut off, and she was locked in a solitary cell without any light…

During her eight years in prison, she experienced countless cycles of torment in that hellish place.

Mary immersed her head into the bathtub, trying not to dwell on those nightmares anymore.

She suddenly emerged from the water with a cold gaze.

Since she had returned, she wouldn’t let those who hurt her and the Miller family off the hook.

After a few days of rest, Mary had completely recovered, and the first thing she had to do was to find someone.

Arriving at the construction site, Mary was wearing a tight-fitting outfit, riding an Ecosse motorcycle, and when she took off her helmet, there were many whistles around her.

She ignored them and walked straight to a man in the corner.

“I have a deal for you,” she said, looking down at the man in front of her with faded clothes and a somewhat scruffy appearance.

The man looked up; his eyes somewhat evasive. “I don’t know you.”

“I know you, and that’s enough,” Mary said, leaning down and whispering in his ear. “Ford.”

The man immediately stepped back, feeling overwhelmed by this woman’s strong presence. How did she know who he was?

Ford tried to suppress his fear and refused to admit it. “I think you’ve got the wrong person,” he said, turning around to leave.