Reborn as Mr.CEO’s Fat Wife
Chapter 498: Young Master, I am doing this for your health

Chapter 498: Chapter 498: Young Master, I am doing this for your health

Pullan hadn’t yet approached when he almost bumped into the hastily departing young lady, then heard the second master curse loudly. He paused; this scene really felt familiar, as if it had happened before.

Had he ruined the second master’s good mood again?

For a moment, Pullan didn’t know whether to go in or leave. With a troubled look on his rugged face, he just couldn’t understand why the second master’s behavior had become more and more reckless recently. This was just a gym...

Couldn’t they go back to their room?

Couples in love got carried away so easily, but it was hard on guys like them working for them.

Pullan really wanted to wipe away his tears of hardship. At the same time, he was curious—did the second master get what he wanted or not? His small eyes sparkled with curiosity.

"Come in."

Just as Pullan started imagining a dramatic love failure, a cold voice came from inside, asking him to come in.

Pullan’s body shuddered. He controlled his urge to flee and walked in cautiously, "Second master."

Brandon Piers had already returned to normal, glancing indifferently at Pullan, "Speak."

"You guessed right, Jeffrey Foster indeed wired some funds to a hacker organization recently. Our people have tracked their location. Would you like us to take care of them?" Pullan reported cautiously, afraid of provoking the second master, who might not have gotten what he desired.

"No need, keep an eye on them. See what their next move is." Brandon Piers guessed that Jeffrey Foster’s attack on the Moon Lake Manor security system was just a test. As for the intention, it was probably related to the paper Abigail gave him.

Jeffrey Foster probably already knew that what he was looking for was in Abigail’s hands and wanted to confirm it.

If they ended this line, the opponent might look for more troublesome experts. It was better to monitor these people for now.

"Understood." Pullan obeyed.

Brandon Piers frowned slightly, "Assign two more people to Abigail, keep them hidden."

"I’ll arrange it immediately." Pullan thought the second master really cared for the young lady. He never expected that an inconspicuous chubby girl would become so precious to the second master.

It was truly amazing.

However, their second master, who previously seemed aloof from worldly matters, was becoming more human.

As someone who had followed the second master for many years, Pullan felt especially gratified.

"Hmm?" Brandon Piers noticed Pullan hadn’t moved.

"Oh, second master, you could actually have a wedding with the young lady first." That way, you wouldn’t have to be so pent up every day, which was bad for your health.

Upon hearing this, Brandon Piers looked up at Pullan’s extremely sincere gaze. His movements paused, "Go, write the core values of socialism one hundred times. Have Uncle Piers check it tomorrow."

Pullan was dumbfounded. Why? Why...

"Second master, I’m just concerned about your health!" After his initial confusion, Pullan couldn’t help but plead for himself. As a young man, even though he didn’t have a girlfriend, he also had a strong spirit. He understood the second master’s feelings, but why did he have to suffer for it?

"Two hundred times." Brandon Piers, like an unfeeling machine, added another sentence.

Pullan was about to speak again but swallowed his words, stepping back obediently. He didn’t want to write an extra hundred times.

But after Pullan left, Brandon Piers began to ponder the feasibility of his words.

Then he felt annoyed, he had been led astray again.

But thinking of the soft figure of the chubby girl pressing down on him earlier, and her panic-stricken escape, he couldn’t help but smile.

Remembering a bunch of dating strategy books Pullan had given him, he went to the mirror, snapped a few photos, chose the best one, and sent it to Abigail, "Here, a perk."

Abigail, who had run back to her room and taken a shower, finally calmed her racing heart. Her phone beeped, and when she opened it, she saw a man in the mirror. Because he was in the gym, he wore casual gym clothes, a gray short-sleeved shirt paired with sports pants, looking entirely different from his usual dignified and restrained gentleman manner.

Even due to exercise, sweat dampened his bangs, and his short-sleeved shirt was also slightly wet. His chest muscles were well-toned, not overly muscular but not too weak either. Combined with his distinctly angular face, Abigail felt her shower had been in vain. She stared at the photo for a long time before muttering one word, "Darn."

But the fact that the man had taken the initiative to message her meant he wasn’t doing it for something important. This was already a big step forward in their relationship. Feeling the need to reciprocate, Abigail took a picture of her fresh out-of-the-shower soft and chubby face and sent it to him.

His reply came quickly, "Taken with much effort? Can the screen hold it?"

Staring at the message, Abigail could almost imagine the serious expression on his face as he typed. But it didn’t lessen her anger; in an instant, she even felt the urge to run to Brandon Piers’ room and strangle him. This insufferable man!

But before she could settle her thoughts, another message came, "Want to see more."

Abigail, "..."

Like hell you do.

Abigail was furious. She got up and went to the bathroom, looking at her somewhat chubby face in the mirror. Puffing up her cheeks in anger, she thought, sure, it’s big, but it’s not ugly, right?

As her weight gradually decreased, the face in the mirror became clearer; her features more defined, showing hints of beauty.

But it still wasn’t enough.

Staring at the mirror, Abigail poked her face, then mimicking Brandon Piers, pinched her own cheeks, murmuring softly, "Is it that squeezable?"

No one answered her, but her phone kept beeping incessantly. Annoyed, Abigail snorted, but she couldn’t help picking up her phone, only to find it was a video call.

Her hand stiffened, this was her first video call with a man. Nervously, she glanced at her reflection in the mirror, ensured there was nothing strange, and pressed the accept button, "Why didn’t you reply to my message?"

If Abigail didn’t answer, Brandon Piers might come looking for her.

Hearing his domineering tone, Abigail was displeased, "I didn’t see it."

As soon as she said that, she noticed the man on the other end of the call suddenly moved closer, his handsome face enlarging on the screen. His strikingly handsome features made her a bit nervous, but then she heard his disgruntled voice, "Oh, aim the camera at your face. Are you planning to make me talk to the toilet?"

Abigail didn’t move, "My face is too big. The screen can’t hold it. You might as well look at the toilet."

Brandon Piers was taken aback, "Ah, the chubby girl is angry?"

"You’re the chubby one. Your whole family is chubby." Abigail snapped.

"Oh, you’re right, but you’re the cutest." Brandon Piers could imagine Abigail’s puffed-up face as she said that unconsciously, which made him very happy.

"You..." Abigail suddenly realized she was part of his family, and her cheeks turned up involuntarily.

Then she heard his slightly husky voice, "Aim it at yourself, or I’ll come over."

Abigail thought of the gym’s ambiguous scene and her heart began to race.