Reborn as Mr.CEO’s Fat Wife
Chapter 515: Just Want to be Brandon Piers’ Little Chubby

Chapter 515: Chapter 515: Just Want to be Brandon Piers’ Little Chubby

Jeffrey Foster had just wrapped Abigail Green with his jacket when he felt a sharp pain at the back of his neck.

Abigail struggled to help him, but Jeffrey’s entire body had already pressed down on her, leaving her unable to move.

Before she could react, the middle-aged man who had pretended to be ill to lure her over grabbed the unconscious male server and cursed under his breath, "Idiot." Then he looked at Jeffrey on top of Abigail and sneered, "Well, with Dean Foster involved, it’s certainly better than using a gigolo."

With that, the man dragged the male server out of the room.

As the door closed, Abigail keenly noticed a strange scent in the air.

The smell wasn’t strong, but it felt like fire, igniting the seeds of the drugs planted in her body earlier.

Abigail realized the severity of the situation.

It seemed Duncan Symons had been used by someone with bad intentions.

"Senior... Jeffrey Foster, Jeffrey Foster, wake up!" Abigail had just called him "senior" before realizing it was problematic and quickly switched to calling his name.

But no matter how she called out, the man on top of her showed no response.

Gritting her teeth, Abigail pushed him off her with all her might.

With a heavy thud, Jeffrey landed on the ground, but there was still no sign of him waking up.

This brief struggle, however, slightly restored Abigail’s strength. Her legs felt weak as she clung to the bed to pull herself up. She pulled a pillow from the bed, removed the pillowcase, her forehead covered in a thin layer of sweat. Her mind was gradually growing hazy. She slapped herself hard, then stumbled to the bathroom, wetting the pillowcase to cover her nose and mouth, using another to cover Jeffrey’s.

After doing this, Abigail collapsed on the floor, gulping for air, quickly realizing something. She exerted herself to reach Jeffrey’s body, trying to find his phone.

But she found nothing.

Feeling a bit frustrated, Abigail propped herself up on the bed again, trying to make her way to the door. She fell directly to the floor, trying to get up again, but her body grew even weaker. She gritted her teeth and crawled toward the door, using the wall for support when she could, trying to open it. But the door was clearly locked from the outside. Every attempt she made to open it failed, and she fell to the floor once more because of her weakening body.

The drug in her began to take effect. Even with Jeffrey’s jacket over her, she felt unbearably hot. She turned her head, wanting to check on Jeffrey, only to find him sitting up in bed, staring straight at her.

Abigail was startled, then realized Jeffrey must be as unable to move as she was from the headache, which is why he was staring blankly at her.

"Abigail..." The man called to her softly.

Abigail didn’t notice the emotion in his eyes, thinking he was still out of it. "Mr. Foster, clear your head, use the wet pillowcase to cover your nose and mouth. There’s something wrong with the smell in this room."

She tried to keep her voice subtle.

But Jeffrey seemed not to understand, continuing to repeat, "Abigail, Abigail... Abigail..."

Abigail finally realized something was off. Jeffrey wasn’t calling her by her full name, but just "Abigail."

That single word made all the difference in the world.

Abigail noticed Jeffrey’s condition was far worse than hers.

She had drunk that juice and inhaled the room’s scent and felt terrible but still retained her senses. But Jeffrey...

Abigail suddenly thought, since she was still cautious due to breastfeeding, she drank very little, even when it came to juice. Jeffrey, as the school’s most popular teacher with both male and female students, would probably have drunk a lot today since everyone was celebrating.

Considering this, Abigail sniffed Jeffrey’s jacket, confirming the smell of alcohol.

Phew!

Abigail had been reborn on the delivery bed, with her cesarean wound wide open, and even then, things hadn’t seemed this distressing.

"Damn it!" Abigail leaned against the cold door, pressing her temples to stay clear-headed, then used the wall for support to stand up again. She had to think of something.

At least, they couldn’t let those people find them in such a state when they came in.

There were over twenty students from the medical school downstairs. If the media got involved, she and Jeffrey Foster’s reputations would be ruined. And Brandon Piers would be seen as a cuckold.

With that man’s jealous nature, who knew what might happen to them.

Abigail barely steadied herself, taking difficult steps toward the bed. "Mr. Foster, clear your head. We need to find a way out of here, now!"

"Abigail, you’re back. You really came back. I’ve been waiting for you. Do you know that... Abigail..." Jeffrey’s gaze was incredibly deep, as if he wanted to engrain her into his heart.

Abigail hadn’t expected that a drunken Jeffrey would act this way. Was he calling her? Saying he had been waiting for her?

For a moment, Abigail was shaken, hearing Jeffrey continue to murmur, "Abigail, it’s all my fault. It’s all my fault. I know you like me. I’ve always known. But with my filthy status, how could I ever deserve you... Abigail, will you forgive me?"

"I..." At some point, the wet pillowcase slipped from Abigail’s hand to the floor, and she stared blankly at the man on the ground. She had never imagined that someone like Jeffrey Foster would feel inferior because of his background. She had even less expected that his self-doubt kept him from being together with her.

So Dr. Smith hadn’t been in a one-sided love. Her senior did have feelings for her as well.

But just as this thought emerged, Abigail quickly dismissed it with self-deprecation. Even so, what difference did it make?

If she had heard such a confession from her senior when she was first reborn, she would have been deeply moved, willing to go to any lengths to be with him.

But so much time had passed, and everything had changed.

She was no longer just Abigail, but the mother of George Piers, the fiancée of Brandon Piers, the Green family’s heiress, bearing the weight of two lives.

Most importantly, she had fallen in love with someone else.

After ending what she had believed to be a long and bitter one-sided love, she had easily fallen for another.

People truly were fickle creatures. After experiencing sweet love, she grew fearful of that arduous past love.

She admitted to her own shallowness.

So, after a moment of daze, Abigail looked at Jeffrey again. Returning to her previous indifference, whether her senior had feelings for her or not, her life as Dr. Smith had ended.

She now just wanted to be Brandon Piers’s chubby little girl.

She silently said sorry in her heart, but then heard the noise of footsteps outside. Startled, and with panic rising in her heart, she turned, intending to hide in the bathroom first. But as soon as she moved, Jeffrey abruptly grabbed her, "Abigail, don’t go. Don’t go, alright..."

Abigail’s body, already weakened by the two drugs and the effort of fighting their effects, had no strength left and, with Jeffrey’s sudden pull, she fell straight to the ground.

"No..." Jeffrey panicked and tried to protect Abigail, but somehow both ended up falling onto the bed.

Crack!

At this moment, the hotel room door suddenly opened.