Reborn as Mr.CEO’s Fat Wife
Chapter 709: I’ve been missing you these days and can’t sleep

Chapter 709: Chapter 709: I’ve been missing you these days and can’t sleep

It had just rained in Swallow City in May, and the night breeze was a bit chilly.

Abigail stood still with a medical kit in her hand, her skirt swaying slightly with the breeze. Brandon Piers’s question kept echoing in her eardrums.

"Do you know how I feel every time you narrowly escape death?"

She was not him, but she understood his feelings.

Just like when she saw the gunshot wound on his abdomen earlier, her heart involuntarily tightened. The sudden surge of unease and fear still haunted her.

She didn’t dare to imagine what would happen if the wound had been a little higher.

Brandon was right; she was scared.

Although she had tried her best to suppress it, the shock and fear at the moment she saw the wound couldn’t be hidden.

And this was not what worried her the most. What she feared most was that he would encounter similar dangers in the future.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t go to such lengths to push her away.

Brandon saw Abigail standing still and said hoarsely, "I got hurt a little, and you’re already so scared. Have you thought about how I feel every time something happens to you? Besides... Abigail, not everyone is lucky every time."

Every time Abigail got hurt, Brandon’s heart felt like it was being grilled over a raging fire, especially considering that she had already died once.

He vividly remembered the despair and helplessness he felt when he thought she had died in the arena explosion, and later in Durin, where she lay on a hospital bed with a pale face. There was also that moment a few days ago when Johnson held a dagger to her neck.

Each time, she lingered on the brink of death.

Each time, it tore him apart.

If he could help it, he would never want to face such situations again.

But every time something happened to her, it was more or less because of him.

"So what?" The evening breeze blew on her again, and Abigail shivered. It was as if her paused body came back to life. She first put the medical kit back in place, then closed the window, and finally walked back to Brandon, questioning him.

"So what?"

Brandon was still sitting on the ground. Hearing Abigail’s question, he looked up at her. Her usually bright, watery peach blossom eyes were looking at him, revealing a firmness that made his heart tremble.

"Abigail..." Brandon didn’t know how to respond to her. He called her name softly. She was too special, making him unwilling to let her get hurt even a little.

But the situation before him was such that no matter what he chose, she might get hurt.

In his mind, as long as she was safe and healthy, their emotional relationship could wait. But his chubby girl obviously didn’t think so.

"Get up." Abigail squatted down to pull out the silver needles from his neck. After doing so, she caught a whiff of Bertha Swift’s perfume on him. Her face turned slightly, and she coldly ordered, "Go take a shower, you stink."

Brandon thought Abigail pulling out the needles meant she wasn’t that mad anymore. Looking at her with a hopeful face, he then heard her command, sniffed himself, and said, "No, I don’t think so?"

Abigail glanced at him with cold disdain, clearly showing her contempt.

Brandon said, "...Alright, I’ll go."

"Don’t touch your wound." Abigail watched as Brandon got up and walked to the bathroom. Thinking of his wound, she couldn’t help but awkwardly add.

Feeling depressed after getting pricked twice and despised, Brandon walked heavily toward the bathroom. But the moment he heard Abigail’s reminder, he turned back with joy in his amber eyes, wondering if she cared about him?

Thinking further, although she complained about his smell, she didn’t kick him out and let him shower there. Did this mean she wasn’t mad anymore?

Meeting Brandon’s sparkling eyes, Abigail awkwardly avoided his gaze and barked, "What are you dawdling for!"

Brandon hastily responded and quickly went into the bathroom. Soon, he appeared at the door wrapped in a bath towel. "Abigail, can I use your towel?"

"Abigail, which shampoo is yours?"

"Abigail..."

The bath towel was too small for Brandon, barely covering his private parts as he stood at the bathroom door asking questions repeatedly. Abigail began to question why she let this man bathe in her bedroom at all.

Shouldn’t the smell of another woman on him have prompted her to kick him out immediately?

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Because Brandon had already finished his shower. He came out still wrapped in the small towel, drying his hair with one hand and holding the towel with the other. With an innocent look, he said, "Abigail, I don’t have any clothes to change into."

Abigail took in his sculpted abs and long legs, secretly taking a deep breath before her gaze settled on his wound.

Brandon, proud of himself, met her eyes. "I was very careful. It didn’t get much wet."

Abigail was annoyed at the sight of the soaked gauze. "You call this ’not much wet’?"

Resigned, she fetched the medical kit again and began to change the dressing.

Halfway through, she noticed the man beside her being unusually quiet. Feeling curious, she glanced up and was met with Brandon’s wet, freshly-bathed eyes, causing her heart to skip a beat. She quickly looked down to cover her feelings.

But while Abigail looked down, the man beside her didn’t seem to want to let her off easily. He licked his lips; his usually clear voice became husky, pleading, "Abigail, don’t be mad, okay?"

Abigail’s hand trembled slightly, incredulously staring at Brandon. This man was wrapped in a bath towel with a dangerously attractive face, acting all coy. Where was his dignity?

She feared she might have found not a man, but a male妖精.

Seeing her silent, Brandon persistently pleaded, "Abigail, don’t be mad, please? I haven’t been able to sleep thinking about you these past few days."

Abigail, "Damn it, that’s not fair!"

Huff!

Taking a deep breath, she continued without saying a word, worried that if she started talking, she’d soften. She swiftly finished the last bit and said, "Alright, you can leave now."

She glanced at his eyelids under the bedside lamp, noticing dark circles that seemed particularly heavy. She didn’t know if it was due to the light and shadow.

A pang of heartache flashed through her, but remembering his recent actions, she deliberately hardened her expression, waiting for him to leave.

But after a shower, Brandon was unwilling to leave. He looked down at the towel, "I have no clothes."

Meaning, he couldn’t leave.

"Put on what you wore earlier."

"Dirty." He started to feign helplessness.

Abigail looked up at him, his still damp short hair making him look handsome and gentle under the orange light. Her tone faltered, "Then what do you want to do?"

"I’m so tired. Let me sleep for a while." Brandon softly murmured.

After saying this, he simply collapsed on Abigail’s bed, winking at her, "Abigail, sleep with me."

Abigail, "...So his intention tonight was to sedate her and then make her sleep with him?"

"Get up, we haven’t finished talking." Abigail didn’t want to stay with this man ambiguously.

But as soon as she finished talking, she heard his gentle breathing beside her, already asleep.