Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 242 - : Miss Abigail, choose our second young master, will you?
Chapter 242: Chapter 242: Miss Abigail, choose our second young master, will you?
Brandon Piers watched Abigail’s embarrassed exit and looked down at his fingertips, then his mouth curved into an inadvertent smile.
Was the chubby girl feeling shy?
As soon as Abigail exited the hospital room, she bumped into Pullan, holding large scissors and looking very much like a gardener. “Miss Abigail, are you heading back? I’ll have the driver come pick you up immediately.”
“Yeah,” Abigail answered softly.
But Pullan didn’t stop. “Are you hot?”
Abigail looked puzzled.
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Pullan scratched his head. “Not hot? I see your face is all red.”
Abigail, “…” Her face was red? Where?
“The hospital room was a bit warm. By the way, do you know any good fitness trainers?” Abigail didn’t want to dwell on whether she was hot or not, so she quickly changed the subject.
Pullan, hearing this, said, “Miss Abigail is planning to start fitness training?”
“Yeah.”
“Since Miss Abigail is planning to work out, why look for a fitness trainer? Second young master would do just fine.” Pullan enthusiastically recommended, not considering whether his second young master would agree or not.
Abigail was slightly stunned. “Brandon Piers?”
That man was a fitness trainer? Impossible!
Seeing Abigail’s expression, Pullan had the “I knew you wouldn’t have thought of this” look. “Second young master might not be a professional trainer, but he’s better than those professional trainers.”
Abigail knew about Brandon Piers’ health condition, and she looked at Pullan skeptically.
Pullan wasn’t annoyed. “That’s something you don’t know. The second young master has had poor health since childhood and doesn’t like being weak, so he set up a very strict training plan for himself. From diet to exercise, everything is calculated meticulously.”
Speaking of this, Pullan lowered his voice mysteriously, “You’ve had surgery on his chest, so you must’ve seen the abs, right? Six-pack, all meticulously trained, absolutely perfect.”
Abigail, “…”
Who the hell was this gossiping tough guy?
She previously thought Pullan was honest and simple. She really misunderstood him.
His tone just now, how was it different from that nosy neighbor lady who found the old man’s stash while buying groceries?
She misunderstood. How could Pullan’s vibe match putting him in a CP with Brandon Piers?
What a shame. Abigail had never shipped a male couple before, and her first time was completely crushed.
“So, Miss Abigail, will you choose our second young master?” Pullan, smiling, pushed closer, still oblivious to Abigail’s mental shifts.
Abigail looked at Pullan, “…”
Damn it, such a pimp-like vibe!
“I’ll seriously consider it.” Abigail forced a fake smile at Pullan and walked towards the elevator, planning to get a blood test first to check her deficiencies.
But as soon as Pullan entered the hospital room, he eagerly reported, “Second young master, Miss Abigail wants to find a fitness trainer. I recommended you.”
Brandon Piers paused his actions. “Do I look very idle?”
“The doctor said, your current health situation means you shouldn’t overthink. Focusing on happiness is priority. Being Miss Abigail’s fitness trainer doesn’t require much thinking and can help relax. I think it’s great.”
“If you think it’s great, why don’t you do it?” Brandon Piers got annoyed at Pullan’s dimwittedness.
Pullan, thinking he’d done a good thing, didn’t expect the second young master to be unwilling. His face dropped, “Alright then, I’ll contact a professional trainer for Miss Abigail.”
Pullan found his contacts list, planning to get in touch. Before the contacts list opened, he felt a cold glare on him, trembling. “Se…Second young master?”
“Tell her to find me anytime,” Brandon Piers said in a muffled tone.
It took Pullan a moment to realize the second young master had agreed. He immediately grinned warmly. “I knew the second young master cared about Miss Abigail.”
Brandon Piers, “… Have the lawns been trimmed?”
“Yes,” Pullan showed a wide smile.
“Oh, there’s still a patch on the southern side. Go trim it.”
Pullan, “…” Why was he always the one getting hurt?
