Reborn as Mr.CEO’s Fat Wife
Chapter 672: Didn’t I Tell You Not to Mess Around?

Chapter 672: Chapter 672: Didn’t I Tell You Not to Mess Around?

Brandon Piers felt even more guilty after being glared at by Abigail. "Abigail, I’m sorry."

"Who wants to hear your sorry?" Abigail snapped at him, barely able to move out of bed. Her steps were unsteady, and she almost fell face forward, but luckily Brandon was watching her every move. His long arms caught her before she could fall.

"What do you want to do? I’ll help you." Brandon pulled her back, refusing to let her out of bed.

"I..." Abigail wanted to say she needed to use the bathroom, but thinking about how he had rejuvenated last night and took her to shower, only to end up making a mess in the bathtub again, now she reckoned it was still a disaster zone.

Gurgle gurgle...

Just as Abigail was feeling embarrassed and annoyed, her stomach suddenly growled. Her cheeks flushed, and she mumbled awkwardly, "I’m hungry."

"I’ll have someone bring some clean clothes and food. Don’t move." Brandon remembered his phone had been soaked in water by Eva Bell, so he grabbed Abigail’s phone and called Kennan Max.

After the call, Brandon got up to fetch her some water.

As soon as he turned around, he heard a thud. Frightened, he quickly turned back and saw Abigail kneeling on one knee. Her sparkling eyes were misty with pain. He rushed to pick her up. "Didn’t I tell you not to move?"

"I... I need to use the bathroom," Abigail said through gritted teeth, cheeks growing even redder.

"I’ll carry you," Brandon said, lifting her in his arms.

Abigail panicked. "Put me down! How can I go to the bathroom with you holding me?"

But the man didn’t listen. He carried her straight to the bathroom, which was indeed a mess from last night’s frenzy. Abigail’s face turned even redder, "Put me down."

Although Brandon had lost control last night, his memory was intact. His handsome face also flushed slightly as he placed her on the toilet and turned around.

Abigail was anxious. "Get out."

"I’ll wait here," Brandon felt embarrassed but didn’t trust leaving her alone.

Abigail’s face turned redder, "How can I if you don’t leave?"

"Haven’t I seen you in all sorts of ways last night? Be good, I can’t leave you alone," Brandon said in a hoarse voice, his back to her.

With that mention of last night, images flooded back uncontrollably, making Abigail even more ashamed and she yelled, "Get out, hurry up!"

"I..."

"I’ll call you when I’m done," Abigail growled, getting desperate.

Brandon had no choice but to reluctantly leave.

Abigail finally sighed in relief, but her visit to the bathroom hurt so much that she shivered, muttering curses at the pervert.

Brandon went out to pour a cup of water, and when he came back, he heard her cursing and felt a bit embarrassed. "Are you done?" he asked softly.

"Humph." Abigail huffed haughtily. She tried to get up by holding the wall, but as soon as the door opened, she was scooped back up and placed on the bed again.

Once settled, Brandon handed her a cup of water. "Drink some water."

Abigail didn’t act coy; she was genuinely thirsty. She quickly drank the whole cup and licked her dry lips, "I want more."

Brandon’s eyes darkened. "I’ll get you more."

"Have you had any?" Abigail was exasperated with Brandon, but she still cared for him.

Brandon brought a second cup and handed it to Abigail. "You drink first."

Abigail rolled her eyes at him. So he hadn’t drunk any?

"Drink some to soothe your throat. You sound like an old man," she said on purpose.

Brandon took a few sips, his throat stinging, but he didn’t dare to drink much. He handed the cup back to Abigail.

Looking at him, Abigail’s heart softened, her anger dissipating. She took a few more sips and made sure Brandon finished the rest.

Knock knock knock...

Just as they felt better, there was a knock on the door.

"Second Young Master, it’s me," Kennan Max called out.

"Come in," Brandon replied hoarsely.

Kennan quickly opened the door, put down the clothes and food, and left without a second glance.

Brandon left the bedroom, bringing the items to the bedside. He changed into a fresh set of clothes himself, noticing a brand-new phone in the package. After opening the food, he said, "Eat first. I’ll apply medicine for you after you’re done."

Abigail didn’t catch his last sentence. Hearing about the food, she eagerly nodded. She had just realized it was already the second afternoon and she had last eaten yesterday morning.

How indulgent.

Abigail ate ravenously and felt warm in her stomach. She lazily lay back on the bed, unwilling to move.

Then she saw Brandon sitting next to her on the bed and lifting the thin quilt.

Abigail quickly stopped his hand. "What do you want to do?"

"Apply medicine for you," Brandon said seriously, spreading her legs.

Abigail’s laziness vanished. She sat up in a startle. "I... I’ll do it myself."

But Brandon ignored her, his gaze focusing on her injury. His eyes darkened, realizing just how seriously he had hurt her.

Despite Abigail’s resistance, he concentrated on applying the medicine, making her body tremble with shame, her toes curling.

After finishing, Abigail’s eyes were misty. She turned her head, biting her hand, too embarrassed to look at him.

Brandon wasn’t any better off, a pink hue on his pale skin. "I’m going to the bathroom," he said, escaping her sight as fast as he could.

...

Another room.

"Smack!"

Bertha Swift’s slap came so fast and hard that Adam Piers couldn’t even dodge. The impact stunned him, but the next moment Bertha was already swinging her second slap, which he caught by grabbing her wrist.

"Let go of me!" Bertha roared angrily, her throat burning.

"You ungrateful woman! I helped you last night, and you wake up slapping me without even figuring out what happened?" Adam snapped, infuriated.

"Who asked for your help? Who asked you?" Bertha yelled, a face full of grievance. She never expected her first time would be given to someone like Adam, a complete dandy.

Adam felt even more wronged. He might be wild, but he was picky. Despite watching countless adult scenes, he avoided women due to his dad’s womanizing ways. Afraid they were unclean. Last night, moved by pity, he planned to take Bertha to the hospital but ended up getting a room to hide from reporters. He never expected her to pounce on him once inside.

Being pounced on was one thing, but waking up to a face-slapping woman’s accusations infuriated Adam. "You think I wanted to sleep with you? No chest, no butt, taking you out would make people think we’re the Haier brothers!"

Bertha trembled with anger, ready to retort, but suddenly covered her eyes, "You... You’re obscene!"

Adam looked down, blushing. Then he arrogantly said, "You saw everything last night. Too late to call me obscene now!"

"Bastard!"

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