Reborn as Mr.CEO’s Fat Wife
Chapter 613: Playing Possum Even After Being Puffed Up Like a Blowfish?

Chapter 613: Chapter 613: Playing Possum Even After Being Puffed Up Like a Blowfish?

Abigail didn’t respond to the two, only lay back on the hospital bed. "I’m tired."

"Alex, see them out." Brandon Piers ordered.

Jeffrey Foster didn’t move, his eyes fixed on Abigail, as if trying to discern something from her gaze. However, Abigail had already closed her eyes.

And Brandon Piers, lying on one side of Abigail, appeared even more obstructive.

But the moment he let go at the wedding scene, this outcome had already been predestined. Moreover, Abigail saved him yesterday.

"By the way, was yesterday’s explosion arranged by the Foster family?" Just when Jeffrey Foster remained motionless, Brandon Piers spoke again.

Sure enough, Jeffrey Foster’s face turned even more unpleasant.

"I don’t think this is the first time you’ve implicated Abigail. Last time, she was directly killed. This time, she barely escaped death. Dean Foster, haven’t you considered some self-reflection?" The thought of Abigail almost getting into an accident yesterday made Brandon Piers’ gaze exceptionally sharp, leaving Jeffrey Foster nowhere to escape.

The person lying down also couldn’t help but tremble slightly.

Reflecting on Jeffrey Foster’s previous explanation, it turned out to be true.

He sighed silently.

Jeffrey Foster, whose sore spot was hit, looked particularly bad. He also knew that once again, he had implicated Abigail.

And if it weren’t for Abigail, he would have died in the villa yesterday.

The situation had come to this point, what qualifications did he have to fight? Looking at Brandon Piers’ cold amber eyes, Jeffrey Foster suddenly gave a bitter smile after a while. "You’re right. It’s my fault that Abigail got involved."

After speaking, Jeffrey Foster looked at Abigail on the hospital bed, "Abigail, I’m sorry."

Abigail remained silent. She understood that strictly speaking, her first death couldn’t be blamed on him, and she could understand everything Jeffrey Foster had done, but she couldn’t forgive him.

If it wasn’t for Brandon Piers’ insistence on finding her, if it wasn’t for her deep attachment to Teddy, if she hadn’t recovered her memory, then would she have always been kept in the dark by him, forgetting all about her rebirth, forgetting her grandpa, forgetting Teddy, forgetting... Brandon Piers, and living her life with him as if nothing had happened?

What about the people she had forgotten?

And what did she count as?

Thinking of the harsh words she had said to Brandon Piers that day, the pain in his eyes when she drove him away, and the joy of regaining what was lost that erupted in his eyes when he kissed her yesterday.

And thinking of how he had become utterly disheveled, although usually meticulous about his appearance, due to looking for her these past days, Abigail’s heart couldn’t lean towards Jeffrey Foster.

The scales of her heart had already tilted, making it difficult to return.

Seeing Abigail not speaking, Jeffrey Foster gave a bitter smile and eventually left the ward.

Alex hurriedly closed the door, not daring to let any more mishaps occur.

With only the two of them left in the ward once again, Brandon Piers looked down at the woman pretending to sleep. "How much have you remembered?"

Abigail’s heart tightened. She hadn’t expected the man to be so sharp.

Without moving or waking, Abigail continued to pretend to sleep.

But in the next moment, Brandon Piers lay down beside her. "Idiot."

Abigail, "..."

Why did this man attack her for no reason?

"Whether you’ve remembered or not, since you’re back, don’t think of running away anymore," Brandon Piers deliberately leaned close to Abigail’s ear.

Abigail got furious. Was she the one who ran away? She was forcibly taken away.

And her being back, what did it have to do with him? Didn’t he already break up with her?

The more Abigail thought about it, the angrier she got.

"Pfft..." Just when Abigail’s anger was rising, the man beside her suddenly laughed.

Abigail’s nerves tightened. What was this man up to again?

"Pretending to sleep even when you’re angry?" Brandon Piers mercilessly exposed Abigail.

Abigail instinctively patted her face but was caught by his hand.

Continuing to pretend served no purpose. Abigail furiously opened her eyes, glaring at Brandon Piers with bright black eyes.

Brandon Piers found it amusing, leaning in to peck her nose. "So angry?"

"I’m not angry." Abigail replied furiously.

Brandon Piers laughed even more joyfully. "Your little chest rising and falling, still saying you’re not angry."

Abigail, "..."

Damn little chest, Abigail recalled how this man complained about her becoming thinner when holding her while sleeping the previous night. Her face turned even worse. Where was she small? Even if she got slimmer, she still had a C cup. Did he particularly like chubby girls?

No, he just liked big ones.

This vulgar dog man!

"I don’t remember much. Just happened to recall us breaking up, so please, Master Brandon, stop bothering your ex-fiancée," Abigail said angrily.

Brandon Piers’ nerves tightened. What bad luck she had remembered their breakup. His expression changed slightly, and he shamelessly scooted closer to her. "I’m not bothering you. I’m seriously pursuing you."

"I’m not interested in your pursuit. Go find another woman." Preferably a big one so she could suffocate you.

"Not interested in me?" Brandon Piers looked at Abigail’s angry face, knowing the little fatty was sulking.

Seeing her acting all serious and distant these days, seeing her lively look again made him both nervous and happy.

He still liked this version of Abigail, who would get angry, throw tantrums, and show her emotions.

"Yes." Abigail answered decisively.

"What should I do? We’ve kissed and touched, and now you say you’re not interested in me. Isn’t it too late? A woman can’t be so irresponsible." Brandon Piers looked hurt.

"Who kissed who? And who touched you?" Abigail’s face reddened with indignation at his shameless words and she questioned him angrily.

"Shall I ask the hospital to pull up the surveillance just now?" Brandon Piers asked seriously.

Abigail looked around suddenly. This ward had surveillance. Then this man...

"Where’s your sense of shame?" Abigail was embarrassed and angry.

"Eaten by a dog. What to do?" Brandon Piers shrugged helplessly.

Abigail took a deep breath, feeling she might not have died in the explosion but might get infuriated to death by the man beside her.

Little did she know the man had more outrageous things up his sleeve.

Brandon Piers looked at Abigail’s rosy, angry face, bringing his lips near her ear. "What should I do? Abigail, so cute... I want to... screw."

Boom!

Abigail’s mind roared, as if fireworks exploded in her brain, turning her whole body pink. Disbelievingly, she looked up at him, only to meet his scorching eyes. In the next moment, she extended her leg without mercy.

Bang...

The hilariously unfortunate Master Brandon fell to the floor with a thud, reopening the wound on his back, letting out a painful grunt.

Outside, Alex didn’t know what had happened, thinking someone had intruded, and kicked the door open in fright. "Master Brandon, are you—"

Before he finished speaking, Alex was petrified on the spot, seeing Master Brandon kicked off the bed. In that moment, he wished to bite his own tongue off, then pretended he hadn’t barged in by retreating little by little like a robot.

But just as he was about to leave the ward, the man on the floor sat up painstakingly. "Call the doctor."

On the bed, Abigail, hiding under the blanket, felt her heart tighten. Had he really gotten injured by the fall?