Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 533: Oh, in what capacity are you managing me?

Chapter 533: Chapter 533: Oh, in what capacity are you managing me?

Brandon Piers felt like he was going mad. ƒreewebɳovel.com

As soon as he thought of Abigail lying on Jeffrey Foster, that man holding her and saying he loved her nonstop, he lost his mind.

These days he didn’t ignore her messages because he didn’t want to; it was because he was afraid he would lose control, afraid he would hurt her.

When he was a kid, he didn’t understand why his mother went hysterical because his father liked another woman. He didn’t like her; he thought she was crazy.

Everyone believed his father’s death was the result of a conspiracy from other branches of the family, but he knew better than anyone that they merely fanned the flames. The real person who killed his father was his mother.

Love turned to hate.

He still remembered his mother’s near-crazed expression as she stroked his cheek after his father’s death.

And the miniature bomb Abigail took out of his heart, it was he who designed it. Who else in this world could obtain and modify something he created for fun and use it against him other than his mother?

That’s why he didn’t let Abigail inquire or investigate because even if they found out, what could they do?

Could he kill his own mother?

The thought alone was laughable, wasn’t it?

But he hated losing control so much, and yet he still lost it.

Brandon Piers kissed and kissed, then felt his mouth fill with a salty taste, bitter and astringent, flooding in. Finally, he let go of Abigail and saw the chubby girl he had pinned against the wall trembling with grievance like a busted dam. His mind suddenly cleared up as he pulled her into his arms, "I’m sorry, Abigail, I’m sorry..."

Abigail was wrapped in the man’s arms, feeling both aggrieved and sorrowful. She wanted to break free, but the more she struggled, the tighter his embrace became. After a while, exhausted, she stopped struggling and let the man hold her like that.

It was unclear how much time passed before their emotions calmed down a little. Just as Brandon thought Abigail was about to fall asleep, she suddenly spoke, "What’s going on with you and that actress? Is Jerry Entertainment your company?"

"You and Jeffrey Foster had that kind of situation. I ignored you, wanting you to reflect on your mistake, but look at you, happily hugging Teddy as if nothing happened..." Hearing Abigail ask him about it once more, Brandon knew the little chubby girl had finally calmed down somewhat and was giving him a chance. Thus he began to be patient.

But as soon as Brandon explained halfway, Abigail angrily asked, "So you went to find an actress?"

"Listen to me finish." Seeing Abigail’s reddened eyes from anger, Brandon realized she was jealous, which surprisingly softened his tormented heart a little. He rubbed his chin against her face.

Abigail nodded sullenly.

"I went drinking with Michael Piers and the others. On the way back, an accident happened. The actress hit the car. It was so sudden that Pullan got a bit hurt protecting me. I was also a bit shaken up. When I got out of the car, she rushed over to apologize. I had drunk a little, didn’t pay attention, and got supported. But I immediately shook her off. Unfortunately, some media still captured it." Brandon had never explained himself to anyone before, but he was willing to do it for her.

After hearing this, Abigail realized she had indeed misunderstood, sniffing in a mixture of regret and self-blame. "But wasn’t that necessary to blacklist her completely?" As she spoke, Abigail suddenly realized, "She did it on purpose?"

"Yes, not only did she do it on purpose, but she also made a scene. As for Jerry Entertainment, my uncle invested in it. I enjoy sending unpleasant people to deal with him." The calm tone of his words carried a hint of cold and calculating nature.

Abigail was momentarily stunned, but then she heard the man speak again, "You should have known from the beginning that I’m not a good person. Don’t judge me by ordinary people’s moral standards."

"I..." Abigail opened her mouth but couldn’t refute it. She had known from the start that he appeared gentlemanly due to his upbringing but was not a kind person at heart. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have survived in the Piers family environment.

So what was she thinking? Using her standards to judge him? How could that be possible!

"Then blacklisting her is fine, but you shouldn’t push her into a corner. Also, you shouldn’t be involved with companies like Jerry Entertainment." Abigail thought it over and still felt blacklisting wasn’t a reason to push someone to despair.

"Oh, and who are you to be telling me what to do?" Brandon responded condescendingly.

Abigail, "..." Right, she had just angrily mentioned breaking up with him.

But recalling his angry words and the look on his face that seemed like he wanted to bite her to death, Abigail couldn’t help but shrink back a bit, "Fine, fine, I won’t interfere."

"Hah, and you expect to argue with that attitude?" Brandon had never been in a relationship before, and this was also his first argument with Abigail. He found it too painful, not wanting to ever argue with her again in this lifetime.

Abigail shook her head, "Um, how did you know that I..."

"Answer my question first," Brandon insisted.

Abigail was frustrated, "Fiancée!"

"Wrong." Brandon immediately denied it without hesitation.

Stunned for a moment, Abigail’s pale face gradually regained some color. She knew what answer Brandon wanted. Being fiancés had been a forced situation, but being in a relationship was something they chose to affirm themselves. She gritted her teeth, "I take back what I said earlier. We’re not breaking up. I’m Brandon Piers’ girlfriend."

"Good, I’ll listen to my girlfriend. I won’t get involved with companies like Jerry and won’t push people to despair. But what about you?" Brandon asked, satisfied.

Abigail detected the teasing note in his words and awkwardly tried to wriggle out of his embrace. But Brandon held her even tighter, not letting her escape.

Being held so tight, the empty feeling Abigail had when she mentioned breaking up was suddenly filled again as she poked half of her head out from Brandon’s embrace, "You still haven’t answered my question! How did you know?"

"Oh, I overheard in Lincoln Green’s hospital room." Brandon replied frankly.

Abigail’s eyes widened, "But I clearly removed the surveillance! And you just believed what I said? Isn’t that ridiculous?"

"Oh, did you think I only installed one surveillance cam? Silly girl. As for believing it, do you think an ordinary college sophomore could perform surgery that even top domestic experts couldn’t? Or did you think someone’s personality could change unnoticed? Besides, if you say it, I believe it." Brandon’s last sentence was clearly loaded with meaning.

Abigail’s face reddened. If she hadn’t lost control of her emotions and asked Kelvin more questions that day, she might not have suffered so much.

But this man, seriously, couldn’t he just have said it himself or taken the initiative to talk to her?

Abigail thought aggrievedly but was interrupted by the man’s soul-piercing question, "Now that I’ve answered your question, don’t you think you should answer mine? Are you still not over him?"

This question had become a thorn in Brandon’s heart, torturing him day and night.