Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 472 - With a beauty in front what does the
Chapter 472: Chapter 472: With a beauty in front, what does the kingdom matter?
Chapter 472 -472: With a beauty in front, what does the kingdom matter?
Because Old Mr. Smith’s arrival disrupted Brandon Piers’ plans.
The two stayed to have dinner with the old man.
Abigail called Mom Han back to tell her not to worry and that she would send Grandpa back tomorrow.
Old Mr. Smith grunted a few times at Abigail’s arrangements but accepted them.
Brandon Piers felt quite bothered, always thinking that this old man was here to take Abigail away from him.
Sure enough, after dinner, Abigail kept the old man company, with Teddy joining in as well.
The house was so lively that the little guy was very happy. He held on until almost nine o’clock before Aunt Claudia had to carry him, sleepy-headed, back to his room.
In the living room, only Abigail and the old man were left.
“Grandpa, in the future, let me know in advance if you’re coming. It’s far from your place, and it’s inconvenient to travel.” With nobody around, Abigail quietly reminded.
“Who said I want to come again?” The old man would never admit that he had taken several rides to find his way here today.
“Oh, fine then.” Abigail deliberately responded.
“Hmph, see, you’re not even sincere.” The old man instantly snorted in dissatisfaction.
Abigail laughed.
The old man grew even more annoyed but didn’t forget the matter he had to discuss with Abigail. “You said that Foster’s illegitimate son came to you, claiming he wanted to fulfill filial duties for you? Nonsense. He doesn’t even fulfill filial duties for his own father, and he wants to do it for me? I can’t accept that!”
Church Smith never really liked Jeffrey Foster, thinking that the guy was too scheming.
“I’ve already refused him on your behalf. And please, stop calling him an illegitimate son, it’s not his fault.” Abigail couldn’t help but shake her head. She had her suspicions about Jeffrey Foster, but couldn’t accept the way her grandpa talked about him.
“Hmph, still defending him at this point? Don’t eat from one bowl while looking into another!” the old man growled, even more dissatisfied.
Abigail rubbed her forehead. How was she eating from one bowl while looking into another?
“There’s nothing between me and Jeffrey. It’s not possible now, and it never will be. Be careful with your words.” Abigail glanced at the second floor. If a certain jealous person heard this, who knows what would happen.
“As long as you’re clear about it. I’ve heard he’s planning to marry into the Wallis family. Hmph, I knew he would walk down that path sooner or later,” the old man said with extreme disdain.
Grandpa had once told Abigail that Jeffrey Foster’s marriage couldn’t be entirely up to him. But Jeffrey had never publicly acknowledged that fact, nor had it been settled, so Abigail preferred to believe that Jeffrey wasn’t the kind of person who would sacrifice his feelings for wealth and status.
But since Jeffrey brought Irene Wallis as his partner to a charity auction last time, and the Wallis family acknowledged the engagement, Abigail had no choice but to believe it.
Right now, Abigail didn’t want to dwell on Jeffrey’s private life; she was more concerned about her death.
The old man saw that Abigail appeared upset, thinking that his words had hurt his granddaughter, so he softened his tone. “Actually, that piglet from the Piers family is much better than that brat from the Foster family. He just looks too flashy. In my opinion, Benjamin is still the best choice for you.”
“You called him a pig, so how could he be flashy? And Benjamin and I are impossible, Grandpa, are you getting senile?” Abigail was speechless.
“I’m not senile, it’s you who’s blind,” the old man said with a look of disdain.
Abigail took a deep breath, silently reminding herself, this is Grandpa, this is Grandpa, my own Grandpa.
“Alright, you should get some rest.” Abigail hurriedly urged, not wanting to be subjected to more of her grandpa’s scolding.
The old man gave her an angry look, then used his cane to walk back to the guest room. Only then did Abigail massage her temples and go upstairs. She saw Brandon Piers, in a bathrobe, standing at the bend on the second floor. Seeing her come up, he asked, “Finished talking?”
“Yeah, why aren’t you asleep yet?” Abigail glanced at the man with his still-wet short hair. The loosely tied bathrobe revealed a sturdy chest. His wound had healed well, with no scar tissue, and the faint scar added a touch of wildness to his pale skin.
His wet hair still had droplets of water on it, making his beautiful face even more alluring.
Even though Abigail had seen it countless times, she still couldn’t resist being amazed.
She unconsciously licked her lips, her eyes involuntarily falling on Brandon Piers’ face. The damp face, with perfectly proportioned features that seemed like a work of art, and the wet black short hair made his cold white skin even more flawless. At this moment, he shed his usual aloofness, making him even more charming.
Abigail found it hard to control her increasingly turbulent feelings.
She slightly understood the behavior of ancient tyrants; after all, what did an empire matter, if there was a beauty before you?
Brandon Piers noticed the dazed look on Abigail’s face when she saw him, which made him happy. He moved forward. “Waiting for you.”
Abigail’s heart skipped a beat. Smelling the fresh scent on the man’s body, her previously clear mind became muddled. She reached out to poke Brandon’s chest. “Don’t be like this…”
“Like what?” Brandon asked in return.
“Just like this…” Abigail couldn’t bring herself to say that this man was seducing her.
After all, he hadn’t done anything, while she was already losing control.
“Like what exactly?” Brandon asked again. This little brat left him alone all evening, and now she was despising him?
Seeing Brandon’s raised eyebrow as he asked the question, Abigail’s mind was screaming, Monster, monster!
“Get some rest.” Abigail feared she might lose control and make a fool of herself before this man, so she threw out these words and tried to run, but Brandon grabbed her and pulled her into his arms.
Abigail was stunned by Brandon’s action, her face tightly pressed against his chest. His freshly bathed skin was a bit cool, but after she realized what was happening, her face turned crimson, her body temperature rose, she looked up dumbfounded. “What…what are you doing?”
“I have something to discuss with you.” Brandon Piers looked down at Abigail’s blushing face, thinking how adorable she was. He lowered his head and nuzzled her cheek with his chin, feeling its burning warmth and softness.
Abigail felt like she could hardly breathe. “Well…talk…can we talk in the daytime? It’s not suitable now, right?”
She feared she might lose control and pounce on him.
“What’s not suitable? I think it’s very suitable.” Brandon said as he led Abigail into his study.
Abigail looked at the man holding her hand and her heart pounded wildly. She had mentally prepared herself for all kinds of scenarios.
But mental preparation was one thing, reality was another. Abigail only grew more and more nervous, following Brandon’s steps with shaking legs, her throat dry and itchy.
She didn’t even notice he led her into the study.
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Once in the study, Brandon stopped, let go of Abigail’s hand, and picked up a stack of documents from the desk.
In a half-dizzy state, Abigail looked at him blankly, somewhat puzzled. “So…what are we doing in the study?” Not the bedroom?
“I want to show you something.”
Abigail’s face turned even pinker. “Show…show me what?”
As soon as she spoke, Brandon placed a document detailing Sincere Hospital’s underground research lab into her palm.
Abigail, whose thoughts were previously as wild as the Pacific Ocean, “…”
That’s it?
