Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 363 - : The Angry and Embarrassed Man!

Chapter 363 -363: The Angry and Embarrassed Man!

Abigail Green was very tired.

Her whole body felt exhausted.

She was drenched in sweat.

The immersive memories from earlier made her recall more details.

For a moment, she even couldn’t tell who she was.

Abigail Green or just Abigail.

They seemed to originally be one person. They were parts of each other’s personalities, another self in a parallel space.

Because they both died, they returned to one body.

The trivial pains Abigail Green had experienced spread into her body and even her soul.

Those dark, damp years smoothed out a girl’s pride and self-respect, and eroded her will to live.

Just now, she seemed to return to the moment of rebirth.

Pain, despair, no vitality, she even let go of all her attachments to this world.

Abigail knew that was not her consciousness.

That was the aura surrounding Abigail Green in her final moments.

She said a lot in the hospital room, but words were ultimately thin, not enough to express even one ten-thousandth of the original body’s pain.

And despair.

She only lived in this body, trying to recall the past. At this moment, her whole body seemed to be wrapped in that gloomy aura, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

Once in the car, Abigail looked at Brandon Piers, whose expression was as usual. “I was too tired from Teddy’s fussing last night. I’m very sleepy, I’ll take a nap. Wake me when we arrive.”

After saying that, Abigail closed her eyes.

In an instant, she felt her soul floating above her head, half fainting.

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Brandon Piers didn’t want Abigail to know he had heard everything. He pretended to be casual, but found she didn’t care to notice his reaction. After saying that, she fell asleep immediately.

Even her breathing was very shallow.

Brandon Piers frowned. “Drive slower.”

“Yes.” Peter responded.

Pullan saw Abigail’s exhausted look in the rearview mirror. He couldn’t help but curiously ask in a low voice, “Second Young Master, why is Young Madam so tired after just a trip to the hospital? She fell asleep instantly.”

“Shut up.” Brandon’s response was cold, but he was thinking much more than Pullan.

Why was she so tired?

Because of recalling Abigail Green’s matters or because her soul was unstable?

Unconsciously, Brandon had fully accepted the fact that Abigail Green was not Abigail Green.

And he began to worry intensely.

After a moment of silence, Brandon thought of Noel Roberts, who was always into esoteric stuff. After carefully choosing his words, he asked, “Do you know any masters?”

Having just finished a political meeting, Noel Roberts thought he misheard. “Masters?”

“Yes, a reliable one.” Brandon said with a blank expression.

Before Noel could react, he added, “Preferably someone who can calm souls. Price is negotiable.”

“Did you lose your soul?” Noel stared at his phone in a daze for a while before bursting out with that sentence.

Brandon was fuming. But Noel added, “Finally realized your soul was taken by your spoiled concubine and want it back? Why look for a master? Just go to your spoiled concubine. I heard your heart condition healed. Just spend more time with her as husband and wife; maybe it’ll come back.”

“Get out!”

“Geez, why so shy? Who doesn’t know your father arranged for you to visit a men’s clinic?” After sending this message, any further attempts from Noel just resulted in a red exclamation mark, indicating his messages were being blocked.

Noel: “…”

An ashamed and angry pure-hearted man!

But having offended him wouldn’t end well either. Noel hurriedly dialed his number, only to be hung up on immediately.

Noel looked at his phone. “Wow, ruthless!”

After thinking for a while, Noel dialed Pullan’s number. But Pullan also hung up, quickly sending a message, “In the car, Young Madam is sleeping. Second Young Master said to reach him once it’s done.”

Noel wondered what was going on.

But then he realized, this guy was serious, looking for a master, even one to calm souls?

Although Noel didn’t know what Brandon was up to, he obediently started searching. Otherwise, if Brandon retracted the project for Gills City, the mayor would come crying to him.

Noel obediently replied to Pullan.

In the car.

Although Pullan didn’t understand what Noel’s message meant, he cautiously reported to Brandon, “Second Young Master, Secretary-General Roberts said he guarantees to find the best talisman for you.”

“Hmm.” Brandon responded, his gaze falling on Abigail’s sleeping face. She seemed so peaceful, so peaceful it made him uneasy.

It felt like she would never wake up from this sleep. He involuntarily reached out to hold Abigail’s hand.

Abigail felt like she was floating in mid-air, she could feel everything yet nothing.

It was like returning to the scene after her first death. Struggling painfully, but no matter how she struggled, she couldn’t move. Then more memories emerged in her mind.

One moment, she was locked in a storage locker, desperately calling for help. Aunt Claudia secretly brought her some food, but Jackson Taylor grabbed her by the hair and dragged her inside too.

Then she was asking her grandfather where her mother was, being scolded, and forced to stand under the sun as punishment.

Then she was curled up in a toilet, reeking of vomit, retching until there was only sour liquid in her stomach. Released the next day in her filthy clothes, she ran crying out of the school while all her classmates jeered.

But as she ran, the scene changed. She was practicing with silver needles. The cowhide was so tough, her hands were full of needle marks. Her grandfather said that learning the traditional Flowery medicine was like this. Without enduring the utmost hardship, how could one become above others? He told her not to be like her mother.

She wanted to ask where her mother was. Then she saw a beautiful woman holding a pretty little girl around two or three years old. The girl was crying for some reason, suddenly pointing at a balloon in the sky and running after it. A truck came speeding at them.

Abigail shouted “No, no,” but the beautiful woman had already rushed out to shield the child under her. Bright red blood covered her entire vision.

She whimpered in pain, which turned into kneeling before her grandfather, stubbornly telling him that traditional Flowery medicine was outdated. She wanted to study surgery at Yale, not be trapped forever like him. Then her grandfather’s cane came down. The next day, she boarded a plane with a broken leg.

Yet clearly on the plane, the scene turned into a hotel room. Seeing a blurred figure, she widened her eyes in shock, shouting no. She found she couldn’t stop any of it, just feeling an unbearable weight pressing on her, making it hard to breathe. She tried to see who it was. Suddenly, someone gripped her hand tightly, a familiar warmth pulling her from that suffocating state.

“Ugh…”

Abigail suddenly sat up, facing an incomparably handsome face. The face she could never make out in the dream was now startlingly clear before her eyes.