Reborn as Mr.CEO’s Fat Wife
Chapter 624: How Could I, A Grown Man, Possibly Take Care of a Child?

Chapter 624: Chapter 624: How Could I, A Grown Man, Possibly Take Care of a Child?

A "breakfast" took Abigail over an hour to eat.

After finishing, Brandon Piers finally allowed Aunt Claudia to bring Teddy in. Abigail played with the little guy while Brandon sat aside working.

When Teddy acted up, before Abigail could react, Brandon already stood up, checked the little guy’s diaper skillfully, then picked him up with one hand, changed his diaper, put on pants, and made a bottle of milk, handing it to Teddy, all while Abigail watched in astonishment.

At eleven months old, the little guy could already hold the bottle and drink milk by himself.

Brandon thought Abigail was not used to Teddy being able to drink on his own, which left her stunned. Seizing the moment, he pecked her lips, "Not used to him drinking by himself? There’s no helping it. Later, he’ll dress himself, bathe, go to school, and even get a girlfriend."

"I know." Abigail muttered and then shook her head. She wasn’t surprised at that; she had noticed these changes while taking care of Teddy recently. What surprised her was his series of skilled movements earlier.

"Hmm?" Brandon raised an eyebrow. Did he misunderstand?

"You were so skilled at changing his diaper, dressing him, and making milk earlier." This was what truly astonished Abigail.

Children’s growth was full of surprises but inevitable. However, an arrogant, noble man who always gave off an air of aloofness unexpectedly became so proficient in child care. Before her accident, she witnessed this man’s talent for delegating.

But just now, his series of movements was even more skillful than hers.

"Haha, really? It’s simple to learn." Brandon had been looking after Teddy since Abigail’s accident, so those tasks became second nature. But becoming skillful and admitting it were two different things.

But Abigail didn’t believe him and looked at him, head tilted.

After last night, Brandon couldn’t stand her gaze more than ever. "Uh... I’m going to work."

"When I wasn’t around, you were always helping Aunt Claudia with Teddy, weren’t you?" Abigail stated confidently.

"How could that be? How could a grown man like me take care of a child!" Brandon firmly denied it, planning to slip away. But Abigail grabbed his hand.

Brandon wondered what his little chubby was up to, and the next moment, Abigail stood on her tiptoes and kissed his lips.

"Abigail..." Brandon was stunned by the kiss, staring blankly at her delicate and beautiful face, his voice altered.

Abigail rarely took the initiative in their relationship, but each time she did, it undid him.

After only a few seconds of being stunned, Brandon took the initiative back, wrapped his arm around Abigail’s waist, and dominantly kissed her lips.

By the time the kiss ended, Abigail was breathing unsteadily and could barely stand. Brandon finally let go.

Abigail gasped for a while, glared at Brandon in dissatisfaction, and then laughed herself. Brandon looked at the beautifully smiling woman, his heart melting. Last night was their first night. In the midst of their love, just one kiss left him disordered, gazing intently at the woman in his heart. "Abigail..."

"Mama, Daddy..." Just as Brandon was clearly getting lost, they suddenly heard Teddy’s soft voice at their feet.

Almost simultaneously, Abigail and Brandon looked down to see Teddy, gripping their pant legs, standing up. He was eagerly calling for Mama and Daddy, and his bottle had somehow rolled under the coffee table.

The two, lost in the moment, finally came back to their senses.

Abigail quickly crouched down to pick up Teddy, annoyed at herself for forgetting about her son.

Brandon, however, looked disdainfully at his son, who interrupted him. Reluctantly, he removed his hands from Abigail, took a step forward, bent down to retrieve the bottle, cleaned it, and handed it to Teddy.

Back in his mother’s arms and sipping his milk, Teddy was very happy, his little face beaming with satisfaction, completely ignoring his disgruntled father.

Watching Brandon’s displeased look at their son, Abigail couldn’t help but laugh along with their child.

Seeing this, Brandon bent down to whisper in Abigail’s ear, "I’ll deal with you later tonight."

Instantly, Abigail felt the soreness she had just gotten rid of over the last few hours return. Shooting a disdainful glance at the man’s back, she took Teddy out to play.

Then Abigail learned from Aunt Claudia that since her accident, this man had been personally taking care of Teddy, which filled her heart with a strange sweetness.

Without Abigail around, Brandon finally managed to focus, first handling several company matters before noticing a message from David Locke.

After some thought, he made a call.

It took a while before the call went through. "Master Brandon, calling me at this hour?"

Brandon noticed David Locke’s voice was odd, checking the time, it was just around 9 AM in R Nation, nothing strange about that.

"Very busy?" Brandon asked casually.

"Not really... hmm, not busy." David Locke glanced at the woman beside him, his voice slightly trembling.

Brandon frowned. "You mentioned Jeffrey Foster went to Matsumoto. Are you sure? Can you find out the purpose?"

Brandon always remained vigilant with Jeffrey Foster. Even though Foster voluntarily withdrew from Abigail’s life and left alone, after suffering at his hands before, Brandon never let his guard down.

Plus, the hospital records discovered made him even more uneasy.

"Yes, my men saw it themselves. Hmm... I double-checked. As for his purpose... still observing. So far, he hasn’t acted. Oh, sweetie, you’re so good." While speaking, David Locke’s voice suddenly trembled and his face twisted slightly, reaching out to pinch the woman’s chin.

Brandon, "..."

"Sorry, couldn’t help it." David Locke apologized without a hint of sincerity.

Brandon cursed, "Doing it early in the morning, aren’t you worried about your health?"

"Can’t help it, unlike you." David Locke shamelessly teased, reminding him of the persistent rumors about Master Brandon’s lack of prowess.

"Get out." Brandon hung up the phone with a smack.

Hearing the beeps of the disconnected call, David Locke, feeling satisfied from getting the upper hand, praised the woman beside him, "Sweetie, you’re amazing!"

The compliment made the beautiful woman work even harder, looking seductively at the tall and handsome man. She had only hoped to get lucky, but she actually earned the favor of Director Locke.

She knew he was hopelessly flirtatious, but fidelity was not what she sought; moreover, in the entire entertainment industry, this man was top-tier.

David Locke read her thoughts easily but didn’t care.

Transactions concluded fairly were his rules.