Reborn as Mr.CEO’s Fat Wife
Chapter 509: Being Sweet and Soft with the Loved One

Chapter 509: Chapter 509: Being Sweet and Soft with the Loved One

When Abigail heard the man’s words, her tense expression relaxed.

Suddenly, she felt that she indeed had a talent for romance.

Yes, and also, speaking sweet nothings to a lover wasn’t that difficult.

Especially when she saw the man’s soft smile beside her, she couldn’t help but want to say everything she could think of to him at once. Unfortunately, she didn’t usually store such words, and ran short of them at the moment. She had to suppress the overwhelming urge to confess everything and knock the man beside her out with her words of love.

Brandon sensed the emotions of the person by his side. His smile widened. "Advancing to the finals made you this happy?"

"No, it’s seeing you happy." Abigail answered without hesitation.

Brandon stopped his pace and pulled her into his arms. "Did you smear honey on your lips today?"

"No." She was just happy. The kind of happiness that she couldn’t describe in words when she saw the man the moment she stepped out of the teaching building. If not for worrying the man couldn’t bear it, she would have wanted to fling herself into his arms at that moment.

She began to understand the feelings of being passionately in love.

As she shook her head, Brandon suddenly lowered his head to look at her. "Really? Let me taste."

After saying that, Brandon’s thin lips fell down.

Abigail hadn’t anticipated this move from the man. She froze on the spot, then felt his soft lips carrying a hint of autumn coolness, making her reluctant to part.

They hadn’t left school yet. Although the sky had long darkened, Abigail blushed red, her heartbeat quickened, and half of her body softened into the man’s embrace.

Upstairs.

Jeffrey stood at the corner of the third floor, just in time to see the duo downstairs stopping.

For the past few months, stories about Master Brandon and the Green family’s 200-pound fat heiress from Southern Town in Gills City had occasionally resurfaced in the upper circles. But whether it was the sentimental cover-up story in the entertainment weekly reminiscent of tabloid literature, or Brandon Piers spending two hundred million to buy Dr. Smith’s scalpel for her, not too many people believed it was a love story.

More people speculated about the interests between the two and what Brandon’s purpose was in marrying her, but no one believed they were in love.

At least Jeffrey thought so at the time.

Especially since he had seen the original Abigail Green, witnessed her as a 200-pound girl, knew about the dirty secrets of the Green family, and was aware of the stock contention within the Piers family.

So, most of the time, he believed Brandon was just doing it for show, with the ultimate goal being benefits.

But just now, seeing the joy on Abigail Green’s face as she rushed downstairs, he resented how quickly she moved on. Thinking she was merely charmed by Brandon’s appearance, he believed she would eventually give up as long as Brandon didn’t respond.

However, standing at the October wind corner, watching Brandon pull Abigail into his arms, the two behaved so intimately and naturally. It was evident how they got along in everyday life.

His previous thoughts were self-deception.

Yet, Jeffrey couldn’t understand why women’s feelings were so shallow. They came inexplicably and could leave just as quickly.

He always thought Abigail was different.

But watching from afar as the pair hadn’t even left the campus yet and were hugging uncontrollably, he only felt himself to be a joke.

"Heh." As the night deepened, Jeffrey stood in the shadow of the corner, a self-mocking laugh escaping that wouldn’t make a sound.

For a long while, until the silhouettes completely disappeared from his sight, he was about to leave when he heard footsteps.

Jeffrey didn’t pay much attention, intending to step forward when he heard someone speaking with jealousy, "I’ve given you the money. Do you know what to do? That fat girl’s features are very distinctive. I’ll send you a photo when the time comes. Find someone good-looking. I’ll make sure the media comes to catch them."

The step he was about to take abruptly stopped and fell lightly back.

The people outside didn’t notice someone was there. Another voice reminded the girl on the phone, "Be careful. It’s best to create the illusion of a post-drunken disorder. Of course, it’d be best if it turned real."

The last sentence revealed the woman’s sinister tone.

"Don’t worry. With a fat girl like her, if a handsome guy approaches, I don’t believe she won’t take the bait." The girl on the phone replied confidently.

Jeffrey wasn’t unfamiliar with these two voices. The young girl was their classmate, Duncan Symons, and the cold-hearted speaker earlier was Doris Symons, whom he’d gotten fired from Sincere Hospital.

He knew after Irene Wallis brought her to be a teaching director at the medical university a week after the semester started, but he hadn’t seen her since she wasn’t in clinical medicine. Unexpectedly, this Duncan knew her and was instigated to plot against Abigail.

A hint of cold frost appeared on his cultured, handsome face, lips slightly pressed, showing no emotion.

After a while, the two outside finally left, and Jeffrey came out of the shadows, took out his phone, and dialed a number. "Keep an eye on two people for me..."

...

Moon Lake Manor.

Abigail and Brandon dawdled a bit on the way back and reached home around eight.

Lately, Abigail had been busy with competitions and hadn’t spent much time with the little one. Luckily, at six months, the child was curious about the world. Abigail spent time with him every morning and evening, and the rest of the time he explored the manor and gradually started learning to crawl, enjoying himself every day, only insisting on Abigail at bedtime.

Today, Abigail returned late. As soon as she entered, she heard the little one babbling, clearly looking for his mom. Abigail quickly changed clothes, applied some hand sanitizer, and then held him in her arms.

Finally back in his mother’s arms, the little one calmed down, his tiny hands restlessly grabbing at Abigail.

His little head started nuzzling her chest.

Abigail sighed. The little one was still weaning, but not completely. While daytime was manageable, he needed her breast milk for the last feeding at night.

"I’ll go upstairs." Seeing the child’s actions, Abigail awkwardly pointed upstairs to Brandon.

"Hmph!"

No sooner had Abigail finished speaking than she heard a familiar snort. She turned and saw her grandfather sitting on the other side of the living room, eyes widening in surprise. "Grandpa, why didn’t you tell me you were here?"

"Do you even have me in your eyes? Hmph." The old man snorted proudly again.

Abigail couldn’t help but laugh. "You stay mad for a while; I’ll come down to accompany you after settling Teddy."

Saying this, Abigail happily took Teddy upstairs.

Old Mr. Smith, "..."

Indeed, forgotten about her grandfather after having a son.

Brandon had always been quite jealous of his son, but hearing Abigail’s words and seeing her back without any reluctance as she carried Teddy away, he suddenly felt more balanced.

It seemed he wasn’t the only one losing to the son.

Seeing Brandon’s gloating expression, old Mr. Smith glared at him disapprovingly, tsukkomi in his heart, "Pot calling the kettle black. What are you proud of?"

Upstairs, the delighted Teddy, enjoying his mother’s affections, nursed happily while holding his little foot with one hand, shaking it.

Abigail’s heart softened at the sight.

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