Reborn as Mr.CEO’s Fat Wife
Chapter 612: Nothing More than a Thousand Arrows Piercing the Heart

Chapter 612: Chapter 612: Nothing More than a Thousand Arrows Piercing the Heart

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Abigail Green was startled. Her face flushed and she looked at the man’s enlarged handsome face, his lips curled with a rare mischievous look. Her heart, which had just regained her memory, began to race uncontrollably, and fragments of past sweetness flooded back.

Fortunately, reason prevailed. Abigail shrank back. "I... I’m feeling dizzy..."

"Hmm, it’s okay. I can wait until you’re not dizzy." Brandon Piers looked at Abigail’s flushed cheeks, his mood finally a bit happier.

Abigail, "..." She really dug a hole for herself.

"You get down first." Abigail’s nerves were tense, afraid someone might come in at this moment.

"I can, but before you feel dizzy, I have to collect some interest first." Brandon said, looking at Abigail’s reddened smiling face with a dangerous grin.

"Mmm..." Her breath was blocked. Abigail glared at the man, somewhat annoyed, but met Brandon’s deep and tender gaze, her heart racing uncontrollably. Unlike yesterday when she was bitten out of confusion, Abigail had recovered much of her memory by now, remembering how the two had been together. Being kissed so unabashedly, she not only didn’t feel repulsed but even forgot her bodily pain, subconsciously wrapping her arms around the man’s waist, only to hear a muffled grunt.

"What’s wrong with you?" Abigail knew she hadn’t really hit him hard just now. So was this man also injured? Thinking of the explosion, and seeing him shielding her in a daze, her face couldn’t help but show urgency.

Brandon looked closely at Abigail, seeing her reaction clearly, his joy uncontrollable. Staring at her reddened face, "Heart aching for me?"

Abigail was hit, but she didn’t want to admit it, awkwardly turning her face to avoid Brandon’s action, only to meet his eyes. The light inside them shined like stars, filled with deep affection you couldn’t ignore, enough to drown someone. When she recovered her memory, her sadness and anger over the breakup were softened bit by bit. But she was still holding her breath, turning her head away and not looking at him. "I’m not."

"You’re stubborn." Brandon could see clearly, not believing the woman’s words that contradicted her heart, his smile becoming naughtier as he leaned in closer to Abigail’s neck.

Abigail felt soft and itchy with his smile, toughening herself to stop him, "Stop it."

Brandon ignored Abigail; the rare good atmosphere between them was something he didn’t want to stop. Looking at the person he had searched for over four months, almost losing her finally, he just wanted to stay by her side, never parting again.

He didn’t want to go through something like this a third time.

Abigail saw Brandon not moving, thinking of how he was lying on his side just now, seemingly to face her but looking stiff, and his grunting just now. Believing he might be feeling uncomfortable from the injury, her voice carried involuntary concern, "Did I just touch your wound? Should I call the doctor to have a look?"

"No need," Brandon said, without explaining. The rare moment of Abigail being so worried about him made him feel great and a bit shamelessly spoiled.

Abigail was stunned for a moment, cursing inwardly, monster, with such a dazzling face that could bring about a nation’s ruin, acting spoiled toward her. Was he trying to kill her? Yet this Brandon, the monster, was totally unaware of his own charm. Seeing Abigail ignoring him, he half-choked his voice, "Abigail, Abigail..."

"Hmm?" Abigail, unable to resist his hoarse call, responded unconsciously.

Brandon seemed to become addicted to the calls, "Abigail, Abigail..."

"Hmm."

Whether it was from dizziness due to the concussion or the unease in the man’s voice that made her heart ache, as Brandon kept calling, she kept responding.

The large room filled with the man’s hoarse voice, like a soul-destorying potion, making Abigail be absent-minded. Her voice getting softer and her heart getting warmer.

"Abigail, Abigail..."

"Brandon Piers..." Abigail, her rationality almost burnt out, tried to stop the man from calling her name, but her voice came out, her face flushed first.

The enchanting man couldn’t help but bury his face in her pillow, laughing indulgently.

"What are you laughing at?" Abigail scolded the man, angry and shy.

To Brandon, her soft angry look had no deterrent effect at all. Instead, it made her seem even cuter, making him want to bully her more.

Bang, bang, bang...

However, Brandon was still somewhat rational. Knowing that if they carried on, he’d end up suffering, he tried to get off Abigail, but then a knocking sound came from the door.

Both of them tensed up simultaneously, Abigail hurriedly shouted, "Quickly, get over!"

Brandon frowned, wondering how Alex handled things.

With dissatisfaction, Abigail began pushing him with her small hands. Caught off guard, Brandon’s wound on his back twitched with pain, falling to Abigail’s side, his amber eyes dangerously staring at the woman who pushed him.

Abigail didn’t have time to feel embarrassed. The door to the room was pushed open.

Jeffrey Foster stumbled in, immediately seeing Abigail and Brandon squeezed on one hospital bed, their actions intimate and ambiguous. His face darkened even more.

Alex never expected such a scene upon entering, cursing himself inwardly. He quickly explained, "Second Young Master, Dean Foster wanted to come in, I couldn’t stop him."

Brandon pulled the quilt to cover both himself and Abigail, resting his hands behind his head, lazily looking at Jeffrey’s ashen face. "Dean Foster, what are you doing? Since you’re injured, take a good rest. What’s the point of running around?"

Never being polite to the man who interrupted their emotional development, Brandon was extremely unkind.

At the same time, worried that Abigail still couldn’t let go of him.

Jeffrey ignored Brandon, his gaze fixed on Abigail’s reddened cheeks. That overflowing seductive stare still hadn’t completely faded out. So these two people... in the hospital room...

When he made the decision at the wedding, although it pained him, he knew he had to do it. Otherwise, he couldn’t keep the last bit of sentiment between him and Abigail.

But a decision is different from seeing it with his own eyes.

Awakening after feeling Abigail protected him despite risking her life, he believed she still had love for him in her heart. But now, seeing her snuggled so naturally and shyly in Brandon’s arms, Jeffrey felt as if pierced by thousands of arrows.

Not two days had passed, yet they became this intimate?

Jeffrey stared at the thin quilt covering the two of them, his heart feeling like it was being roasted in fire.

Fearing to think further, Jeffrey worried he might go crazy.

"Abigail... are you feeling better?" Jeffrey’s voice, muffled and nearly unrecognizable, finally came out.

Abigail looked at her senior brother, feeling complicated. But from the moment he disregarded her will to take her away and hypnotize her, there was no going back between them.

To be precise, ever since she became Abigail Green, her and Jeffrey’s lives had diverged. Reaching this point was just a matter of time.

"I’m fine. You should rest and recover," Abigail adjusted her emotions, speaking nonchalantly.

Both Jeffrey and Brandon were slightly stunned, Brandon turned his head to look at Abigail.

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