Reborn as Mr.CEO’s Fat Wife
Chapter 606: I Prepared a Gift for You

Chapter 606: Chapter 606: I Prepared a Gift for You

Brandon Piers walked out of the bathroom only to see Abigail still standing there, motionless, with a slight frown. "Why haven’t you changed yet?"

"What exactly do you want?" Abigail asked angrily.

"Didn’t I just say? Sleep." Brandon Piers replied, suddenly leaning closer to Abigail. "What are you thinking?"

"I..."

"Hurry up and change, I don’t want to sleep with clothes that others have touched." Brandon urged, then added, "If you don’t want to change yourself, I can do it for you."

Brandon suddenly came closer, scaring Abigail into stumbling into the bathroom.

After a simple wash, Abigail changed out of her qipao.

She had always thought she wasn’t short, but wearing Brandon’s clothes, they were too big and wide. Even so, her lower body felt empty and weird, hesitating whether to change back. The bathroom door opened.

Abigail was so frightened she took a step back, looking at the man warily.

Brandon glanced at Abigail’s clothes, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly. He stepped forward, pulled her out of the bathroom, and led her to the bed.

"Brandon Piers, I told you I still don’t remember the past. Don’t go too far..."

Before Abigail could finish, Brandon turned and pressed his finger against her lips. "Shh."

The next moment, Brandon directly picked Abigail up and carried her to the bed.

Abigail became angry. "Brandon Piers, don’t go too far..."

"Shh, I’m very tired. Be good, sleep. Whatever it is, we’ll talk after I wake up." Before Abigail could finish, Brandon interrupted her, pulled the quilt over them, and held her tightly with his long arms, closing his eyes.

Abigail was dumbfounded by this series of actions. Turning her head, she saw the man’s enlarged handsome face, already closed-eyed, with crow-like eyelashes casting shadows on his pale skin. It was clear that he hadn’t slept well for a while.

"Hey..." Abigail wanted to get up, but hearing nothing from the man, she found herself being held tighter instead.

Feeling uncomfortable, Abigail tried to move, but her earlobe suddenly hurt. Then she heard the man’s low, warning whisper, "If you move again, it won’t just be sleeping."

A single sentence successfully scared Abigail into stillness.

After several minutes, Abigail’s neck started feeling stiff, but then she heard the man’s even breathing. Was he asleep?

Abigail carefully turned her head, seeing that Brandon was indeed asleep. She tried to leave, but after several attempts, the man’s grip on her waist didn’t loosen at all. Helplessly, Abigail shifted to a comfortable position, thinking she wouldn’t sleep, but soon also lost consciousness.

Just as she fell asleep, the man who was supposed to be asleep opened his eyes, looking at the woman in his arms who had now started to snore lightly. His lips curled up, he closed his eyes again.

This time, Brandon quickly fell asleep.

He was really too tired.

...

At the wedding venue.

Jeffrey Foster watched Abigail’s back as she jogged away. He smiled again, but it was a smile that made Kimura and Nako’s eyes turn red.

The guests present were also bewildered. Bob held Carney, even more puzzled. When he grew up, would he need to change his battle opponent?

"Foster, why do you do this to yourself?" Kimura sighed softly.

Jeffrey did not speak. Indeed, why did he put himself through this?

He was not generous; not at all.

But if he hadn’t let go just now, he wouldn’t even have any dignity left.

Having known Abigail for eleven years, he understood her. Her heart was already wavering. Even if he didn’t let her go, she would still leave.

He could be selfish, even force her to stay.

But the end result would only be more embarrassing.

He had nothing left. He couldn’t lose his last bit of dignity in front of Abigail.

At least in the last moment, he could make Abigail feel guilty.

It was despicable, but it was the only way to remain in her heart.

"Heh." Jeffrey laughed lightly, suddenly turning to pick up a bottle of wine, looking at the somewhat dazed guests. "Today, drinks are on me. Let’s not go home until we’re drunk, okay?"

"Okay!" The guests below, somewhat aware of what had happened, raised their glasses to him.

The wedding venue became lively again.

But the liveliness was different from true liveliness.

Jeffrey stood amongst the crowd, drinking one glass after another. Over the years, he had never indulged himself like this. But now, he only wanted to get drunk under this sunlight.

Kimura sighed, not persuading Jeffrey any further.

Jeffrey drank until evening, in a state between dream and wake. Listening to the band’s noisy music, watching the gradually reddening sunset, he cried and laughed simultaneously.

Just when Jeffrey thought he was truly drunk, his phone rang abruptly, vibrating non-stop in his suit pants. Jeffrey didn’t want to answer at all, but the caller was persistent.

When the phone vibrated for the third time, Jeffrey finally answered the unfamiliar call impatiently, only to hear a familiar and nauseating voice. "Good son, didn’t expect it to be me, did you?"

The sentence sobered Jeffrey up halfway. His veins bulged as he grasped the phone. "How did you find out?"

Also, Hearst Foster should be in prison. How could he make an overseas call? Jeffrey instinctively looked at the guests who were partying around him.

Then he heard Hearst Foster’s sinister laugh on the phone. "No need to look. I’m not in Durin, but I’ve prepared a gift for you."

"What do you want to do?" Jeffrey didn’t know where the mistake was. Hearst wasn’t in trouble; he even blatantly called him.

And a gift? What gift?

"What do I want? My good son, I thought you’d understand me better than others. How could you ask such a stupid question? You should ask what gift I’ve prepared for you!" Hearst’s voice was sinister and cold.

Originally, after this competition, their Foster family would be glorious again, re-establishing themselves in Swallow City, becoming one of the most powerful families. But they were destroyed at the last step, destroyed by his most favored son. How could he be willing to accept that?

Thinking about how he step by step nurtured Jeffrey, supported him into the core of the Foster family, only to be ruthlessly bitten back, Hearst wished he could tear Jeffrey apart.

Hearing Hearst’s words, Jeffrey knew his father must have prepared a ’good gift.’ He cautiously looked around, remaining calm. "I wonder, what gift did Father prepare for his son?"

"Hahaha." Hearst laughed loudly. "I heard you went through so much trouble faking your death for a woman? Just like that bitch, a sentimental fool. Since you took away my most important thing, as your father, I’ll take your most important thing too, don’t you think?"

Jeffrey’s blood suddenly ran cold. The alcohol fully left his system. "Bastard!"

Cursing, Jeffrey hung up the phone and ran towards the villa, his mind filled with thoughts of Abigail. Please, nothing must happen to you, please!