Reborn as Mr.CEO’s Fat Wife
Chapter 622: Abigail, is it okay?

Chapter 622: Chapter 622: Abigail, is it okay?

The villa.

Abigail lingered until eight at night to lull Teddy to sleep, then she remembered that she didn’t have a room here. "Um, Aunt Claudia, I’ll stay with Teddy tonight."

"Absolutely not." As soon as Abigail spoke, Aunt Claudia flatly refused.

It was the first time Abigail had been so straightforwardly rejected by Aunt Claudia. Confused, she listened as Aunt Claudia explained, "You’ve just been discharged from the hospital. Your body hasn’t fully recovered, and the doctor said your concussion can’t handle noise. Teddy is most energetic now, sometimes even waking up at night to play. How can your body endure? Go rest well."

"I’m fine..."

"Still not allowed." Aunt Claudia’s refusal was blunt.

Abigail could only try another approach. "Well... I don’t have a room here."

Aunt Claudia gave her a peculiar look. "You have a child, and you already shared a room with Brandon before. Why act awkward now? Go! Brandon might even be waiting for you."

"Um, before... " That didn’t count; they just slept, alright?

"Stop dawdling and go." Before Abigail finished, Aunt Claudia waved her hand, indicating for her to hurry.

Abigail was pushed out of Teddy’s room and wanted to go back in but found that Aunt Claudia had already closed the door. She was utterly incredulous. Aunt Claudia didn’t love her anymore!

Was this still her Aunt Claudia?

With a grievance, Abigail stared at the closed door for a while, then turned and resignedly walked toward Brandon Piers’s room. Just approaching, her heart began to pound.

As she got closer, Abigail noticed the door was open. She hesitated to peek in and found no one inside. Abigail sighed heavily in relief, but just as she relaxed, the bathroom door opened. A man walked out, wearing a white bathrobe, drying his hair.

The bathrobe wasn’t tied. The man’s broad shoulders, sleek muscular lines, taut waist, and abdomen, combined with the wet short hair beneath his mesmerizing face, formed a stunning image of a bathing beauty.

Abigail had just drunk water but now felt her throat parched terribly. Wanting to leave to find water, she couldn’t move her feet and instinctively licked her lips.

Brandon Piers lowered his head to dry his short hair, a meaningful smile lingering at his lips. After a while, he noticed the person standing dumbfounded at the door. With an enticing laugh resonating from his chest, he took a few strides over to Abigail. "Go take a shower."

Abigail snapped back to reality, realizing what she’d just done, her face turning crimson. "Well... I’ll go next door."

But before she finished speaking, Brandon pushed her into the bathroom. "The toiletries, pajamas, and skincare products are all prepared for you. Go on."

"I..."

"Forgot what you promised me?" Abigail wanted to protest, but Brandon leaned in to whisper in her ear.

Abigail’s cheeks grew redder. "I didn’t promise you."

"Heh." Brandon chuckled lightly, not bothering to argue, and closed the door on her directly.

Abigail, annoyed, glared at the closed door. Despite it being shut, the image she had just seen flooded her mind. She couldn’t help taking a deep breath. That man looked lean but unexpectedly...

Slap!

"Abigail, what are you doing?" Realizing she was fantasizing about him, Abigail lightly slapped her cheeks and muttered softly.

Outside the door, she heard laughter. That man hadn’t even left.

Abigail felt even more embarrassed.

Yet, seeing the neatly arranged toiletries and folded pajamas in the bathroom, her mood inexplicably improved. Though she didn’t want to admit it, acting awkward upon entry, deep down, Abigail couldn’t deny she had anticipated this.

Staring at the mirror, her face flushed, Abigail bit her lip and slipped into the tub.

When Abigail emerged, she saw Brandon reading a geography magazine on the sofa, looking casual but with his body tense, indicating some nervousness.

"Finished?" Feeling Abigail’s gaze, Brandon put down the magazine, his eyes meeting hers. Seeing her dripping hair, he got up and approached. "Let me dry your hair."

Brandon grabbed a dry towel, led Abigail to the sofa, and began drying her hair bit by bit.

It was Abigail’s first time receiving such service from a top-notch handsome man, and her body tensed up instinctively. Especially since the man was drying her hair so attentively, his fingers grazing her scalp, making her skin feel like it was catching fire even though it wasn’t very hot.

"You’re burning up." Brandon, drying a woman’s hair for the first time, proceeded cautiously and felt a bit nervous. But realizing Abigail was more tense than he was, he relaxed considerably, feeling her rising temperature, he whispered into her ear.

Unprepared for the warm breath on her ear, Abigail trembled slightly as if electrified, trying to escape from the sofa. As if anticipating her move, Brandon pulled her back into an even warmer embrace.

"Trying to run?" Brandon chuckled softly.

"No... no." His magnetic voice was truly deadly, making Abigail’s tongue trip over her words.

"Oh, really? Good." Brandon remarked with deeper meaning, pulling Abigail onto his lap. "Sleeping with wet hair leads to headaches. I’ll dry it some more."

Ever since Abigail regained her memory, Brandon seemed especially fond of holding her, acting dominantly as if he wished to mold her into himself, completely forgetting how he once said he couldn’t carry her...

Yet he accused her of losing weight, that dog of a man!

Despite cursing inwardly, Abigail felt very comfortable being attended to. Although they used the same shower gel, she could smell a fresh scent on him that was addictive.

She sensed the man’s body temperature was no lower than hers, his breath becoming unsteady too. Not knowing how much time passed, Abigail noticed Brandon’s hair-drying slowed, so she glanced over. Her eyes met his amber ones.

No longer restraining his emotions, Brandon looked at her with deep passion, causing her heart to race. "Brandon..."

Speaking just one word, Abigail found her voice was tenderly embarrassedly.

"Hmm." Brandon responded absentmindedly, burying his face in her neck, softly calling Abigail, "Abigail..."

"Hmm." Abigail felt so hot; it must be spring.

"Abigail..." Brandon’s long arms tightened around her, murmuring her name softly.

Abigail’s voice trembled slightly, "Hmm?"

Brandon didn’t know how much effort it took to ask the question. Once asked, he tensed up, fearing Abigail’s rejection.

Abigail’s cheeks were steaming. Would this man choke her to death?

She bit her lip and nodded.

Brandon, with his face buried in her neck, didn’t see her action. His voice grew more hoarse, "Abigail?"

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