Reborn as Mr.CEO’s Fat Wife
Chapter 707 Brandon Piers, You Scumbag

Chapter 707: Chapter 707 Brandon Piers, You Scumbag

Abigail was truly infuriated. She knew Brandon Piers had left the banquet with Bertha Swift, and surmised that he would take her home. But she never expected that he would spend the night at Bertha’s house.

Although she also knew that the reality might not be exactly as the reporters wrote, Abigail still couldn’t help but overthink.

What if it were true?

Whether it was true or not, just the thought of it made Abigail unbearable. She sat on the bed with a sullen face, her eyes growing misty, her heart filled with both resentment and sorrow.

She didn’t understand why things had turned out this way. Was it necessary to part? And in such a manner!

Her heart ached, and she couldn’t help but recall the scene of Bertha Swift holding Brandon Piers’s arm today, and how he spoke to her in a low, gentle voice.

Abigail prided herself on being rational and as Dr. Smith, she always controlled her emotions well. She thought it was somewhat degrading to feel jealous, sad, or even hurt over a man.

So when Brandon Piers deliberately avoided her, refused to answer her questions directly, and then publicized his relationship with Bertha Swift, she proudly moved out of Moon Lake Manor.

But no matter how proud she acted, when she saw the news about Brandon and Bertha on her phone, all her pretense of strength shattered like glass.

It hurt too much, even more than when he had previously suggested breaking up.

At that time, at least she knew he truly loved her and that they had just misunderstood each other. But now?

What did it mean now? He was about to become another woman’s man!

"Ugh..." The more Abigail thought about it, the more her emotions collapsed. She looked up and took a deep breath, trying not to cry.

If that was Brandon Piers’s choice, then she had already lost miserably. Crying secretly now would seem too spineless!

Besides, considering her age before rebirth, wasn’t it ridiculous to cry over love?

But she couldn’t laugh. The pain and sorrow didn’t alleviate in the slightest. Instead, they made her even more agitated because she was forcibly suppressing them, far from the calm and ease she displayed in front of Benjamin Jones.

She couldn’t help but wonder what Brandon Piers and Bertha Swift were doing if they were in the same room now?

Would he be moved by Bertha?

That day, when Eva Bell drugged them both, although Brandon Piers did resist, he still hurt Bertha. Wouldn’t he feel guilty towards her?

Now they were publicly an engaged couple, spending the night alone in one room. It wouldn’t be surprising if something happened.

Especially when a man starts to feel guilty towards a woman, other feelings might slowly emerge. Wasn’t that how it happened with them?

The more Abigail thought about it, the more uncontrollable her thoughts became. And the worse she felt.

Just as Abigail’s bedroom was filled with an oppressive atmosphere, light footsteps suddenly sounded downstairs.

Abigail, who had been immersed in her bad mood, suddenly tensed. She had turned off all the lights after taking a bath to prevent Aunt Claudia from worrying about her. The whole villa was dark. The footsteps were very light, but given her sharp senses, she still caught them in the quiet villa.

Abigail composed herself, got up barefoot, and quietly walked to the door.

She hadn’t completely closed the door. Through the gap, she could see a tall figure walking in the dark. She wondered why Threo hadn’t barked. Then she smelled a faint fragrance and felt a sudden chill. She knew from the smell that it was a sleep-inducing scent.

But she had no idea how many people had intruded or why. If she revealed herself now, it might force them to act rashly. So she quietly retreated to the bedside, picked up a few needles, and then grabbed her phone to dial 110. Just as she was about to, the figure impatiently pushed open her bedroom door.

Abigail hurriedly put down her phone and pretended to be asleep, her body tensing up under the covers, ready to strike unexpectedly.

Unexpectedly, she waited a long time without any action from the intruder. She grew suspicious and then had a bold thought. She suddenly opened her eyes and met a pair of familiar eyes that had no time to hide.

Brandon Piers had dared not properly look at his little darling today. He couldn’t resist peeking in through covering up his tracks using Bertha Swift. He had slipped into Abigail’s villa under the guise of darkness, and upon entering, lit a sleeping scent on the second floor just to secretly look at her. He never expected to be caught red-handed.

He stood there awkwardly, forcing a sheepish smile at Abigail. "If I told you you are dreaming right now, would you believe me?"

Abigail said, "...Believe you, my ass!"

Abigail finally couldn’t hold back and cursed.

Brandon Piers frowned, "Abigail, why are you swearing?"

Within a few days, his little darling was swearing.

"Haha, swearing?" Abigail, infuriated, laughed. "You probably haven’t seen me get physical." This man was insane! After acting lovey-dovey with another woman, he came to her bed in the middle of the night, intending to knock her out?

"No need for that." Brandon hadn’t seen Abigail this fierce before. Overwhelmed, he dropped this remark and tried to make a quick escape. Suddenly, his knee went numb, and he realized he couldn’t lift one of his legs. He looked at Abigail in astonishment. "Abigail, what did you do to me?"

Abigail smiled at him in the dark, her white teeth gleaming. "Guess."

Before Brandon could refuse, Abigail raised five long silver needles towards him. The streetlight through the window made the needles glint coldly in her fair hand.

"Haha, Abigail... we haven’t reached this point yet, have we?" The last time Brandon saw those needles was when Abigail treated his insomnia. Though it had worked, he didn’t like being needled.

Especially since he knew Abigail had once used a needle to knock out Pullan. To this day, Pullan still shuddered at the sight of the black pouch of needles. Now, unable to move, with Abigail raising five needles towards him, Brandon regretted his decision to sneak into her villa at night.

"To what point have we reached?" Abigail asked, smiling at Brandon’s words.

Brandon shivered at her smile, "Well... we..."

"Aren’t we broken up?" Abigail finished his sentence.

Brandon’s face darkened, "I didn’t agree."

"But you acted like it. Your new fiancée is quite pretty. By the way, she’s technically my cousin, isn’t she?" Abigail left no room for Brandon to gloss over it.

"I..."

"What? Scumbag!" Brandon wanted to explain but found he couldn’t. Hemming and hawing, he couldn’t get a word out before Abigail unceremoniously branded him a scumbag.

Brandon panicked, "Abigail, it’s not!"

"No, you are."

Search the lightnovelworld.cc website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.