Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 365 - : You’re the Only One Who Can Keep Her Safe
Chapter 365: Chapter 365: You’re the Only One Who Can Keep Her Safe
Abigail slept an entire day and night.
When she woke up again, it was already the next evening.
She had just opened her eyes when she saw a chubby face. The next moment, her nose felt wet, and the little one’s mouth bit her nose.
Unfortunately, he still didn’t have teeth and couldn’t really bite. Instead, his saliva dripped all over her nose.
After drooling, he stuck out his tongue to lick it, then happily smacked his little lips.
Abigail thought to herself, “…” Oh, who said children are the cutest beings in the world? They’re filthy!
“Giggle!” But not Teddy. He didn’t sense his mother’s emotions at all. Seeing his mom finally open her eyes, he laughed joyfully, his little hands constantly grabbing her nose, cheeks, and hair…
That didn’t matter.
More importantly, four-month-old George Piers was teething.
So, every time he laughed, a string of drool would follow.
Abigail looked down to see a sticky patch on her arm and felt awful. She quickly grabbed a tissue to catch the drool about to fall from the little one’s mouth. Then, she wiped his mouth and chin clean, finally wiping her own arm. She felt a bit better but then felt dizzy.
She reached out to rub her forehead and then looked up into a pair of beautiful amber eyes. “You… what are you doing?”
Brandon Piers didn’t say anything. He reached out to check her forehead and sighed with relief. “The fever’s gone.”
Abigail asked in confusion, “I had a fever?”
She remembered returning home in good spirits yesterday, playing with Teddy for a long while, feeding him, and falling asleep. Did something happen?
“You’re always so careless. What if you burn out your brain?” Brandon’s voice was filled with concern, although he was teasing her.
Just then, Kelly walked in and saw that Abigail was awake. She quickly called out to Aunt Claudia, who soon brought in a bowl of white porridge.
Abigail smelled the fragrance of the rice and realized she was starving. Aunt Claudia choked up as she spoke, “What on earth is going on with you, child? You had a fever all night and slept an entire day. You scared everyone. Second Young Master watched over you the whole time.”
“Huh?” Abigail responded in bewilderment. She glanced at the man beside her. He had watched over her all night?
“Eat something quickly, and you too, Second Young Master,” Aunt Claudia urged.
Brandon had just acknowledged this when his phone suddenly rang. Glancing at it, he got up. “I need to step out for a bit. I’ll be back later.”
Abigail watched the man’s departing back and turned to ask Kelly, “What’s wrong with him?”
“Must be something urgent. Second Young Master really cares about you. Last night he took care of you, gave you medicine, and even used physical therapy to reduce your fever. He’s very considerate,” Kelly remarked enviously.
Abigail felt a bit uneasy. What was going on with this man?
However, thinking back to the warmth in the man’s palm when she was half-conscious, Abigail’s heart softened. But considering her situation, anxiety filled her.
What would Brandon do if he found out she wasn’t the real Abigail Green?
“Abigail, stop dazing off and eat something,” Aunt Claudia urged when she saw her drifting off.
Abigail responded with an oh, lowered her head, and started eating, but her eyes revealed deep worry.
…
Pullan was driving the car in silence, with the beautiful face of Second Young Master behind him, looking so gloomy it was as if it could drip water. Pullan’s tough heart was tightly wound.
Where were they going?
Although he was nervous and worried, Pullan continued to obediently drive until they arrived at an ordinary residential area.
“Wait outside. I’ll call you if I need anything,” Brandon interrupted, stopping Pullan from following.
Brandon put on a baseball cap and mask. As he walked into the neighborhood, he spotted Noel Roberts dressed similarly.
Noel looked at Brandon with a mournful expression. “I have to ask, Second Young Master, when did you switch to this look? Why look for a master? To cast a spell on your uncle?”
“The address,” Brandon replied without the mood for jokes.
Last night, with Abigail’s fever, he had looked up many things.
Though borrowing a body and returning a soul sounded like something out of a supernatural novel, it was truly happening around him. All the clues pointed to Abigail Green not being Abigail Green, but simply Abigail.
Last night, in her feverish confusion, she had even mentioned “Senior Brother.”
Senior Brother? The real Abigail Green definitely didn’t have a Senior Brother, so this Senior Brother could only refer to Jeffrey Foster from Sincere.
Besides that, Brandon discovered other information about Abigail’s condition.
It indicated that the current symptoms the little fatty exhibited could suggest soul instability.
Although he wasn’t exactly sure what soul instability was, having completely different souls occupy a body that didn’t belong to them couldn’t be without repercussions.
Even if it wasn’t the case, he had to take precautions.
“So, you’re really going?” Noel realized Brandon was serious, and his expression grew earnest. “Old Mr. Beckham is very low-key but highly respected in his circle. People say he’s quite mystical. Our family has consulted him before; otherwise, I wouldn’t have this connection.”
Brandon furrowed his brows, uninterested in Noel’s ramblings, and followed him to the location.
Unexpectedly, the place wasn’t filled with mystical trinkets. In fact, there were no elaborate decorations. It was just an ordinary home, and the elderly person inside seemed no different from any retired senior playing chess outside their apartment.
Although Brandon was caught off guard by this, it pulled him out of his somewhat disoriented state. He maintained a respectful attitude. “Hello, Mr. Beckham. I am Brandon Piers from Swallow City.”
The elderly man, dressed in an ordinary gray short-sleeve shirt and slightly overweight, was surprised upon seeing Brandon. “Young man, you… have borrowed fortune, haven’t you?”
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Brandon looked at the old man, puzzled.
Old Mr. Beckham stared at him for a long moment. “Are you 25 years old?”
“Yes.”
“Your birthdate.”
Brandon instinctively provided his birthdate. The old man hesitated for a while before looking at him again. “According to your birthdate, you should have had a short life and shouldn’t have lived past early summer.”
Brandon, along with the usually carefree Noel, was shocked.
But Brandon hadn’t forgotten his purpose for being there. “Mr. Beckham, today I seek assistance not for myself but for my fiancée. She previously had complications during childbirth and has been experiencing occasional nightmares since. I came to ask for something…” After pausing, Brandon continued more solemnly, “A soul-stabilizing object.”
The elderly Mr. Beckham’s previously ordinary demeanor changed dramatically, and he gazed at Brandon for a long time before sighing heavily. “I understand now.”
Brandon furrowed his brows. “What do you mean, Mr. Beckham?”
“I can’t help her. The only person who can help her is you. Young man, you borrowed her fortune. You must take responsibility for the peace of her life. No one else can help her or protect her.” After finishing, Mr. Beckham waved his hand dismissively. “Go, go.”
Noel stepped forward to argue. “But…”
Brandon stopped him with a firm grip. “I understand. Thank you, Mr. Beckham.”
After bowing deeply to the elderly man, he left with Noel.
In the car, Noel was utterly confused. “What exactly did you understand?”
Brandon remained silent, his mind filled with, “You borrowed her fortune. You must be responsible for her peace in this life.” So, he was alive because of the little fatty.
A slight smile formed on his lips.
Noel, watching from the side, felt exasperated and began doubting his own intelligence!
