Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 534: Not Just Thinking About It Now, but Every Day

Chapter 534: Chapter 534: Not Just Thinking About It Now, but Every Day

"Before I came over, I turned down the offer to join Jeffrey Foster’s lab." If Abigail had known that this man already knew she was Abigail and was aware of her past with Jeffrey Foster, she wouldn’t have waited until now to explain it to him long ago.

No wonder this man acted like a porcupine whenever he saw Jeffrey Foster; it was because he knew.

He knew of her ten years of unrequited love, of her unattainable love.

And it was because of this that he was so anxious.

He thought she couldn’t let go of Jeffrey Foster.

That’s why he was so furious when he saw her with Jeffrey Foster that day, especially since Jeffrey was confessing to her at that very moment.

But she had explained to him that Jeffrey Foster liked Dr. Smith...

Abigail was at a loss for words, feeling the complexity of the situation.

"And then?" Brandon Piers noticed Abigail had stopped speaking, feeling like his extensive explanation was brushed off with just one sentence.

Abigail raised her head. Didn’t this already show her determination?

Seeing this reaction, Brandon felt his anger rising.

Abigail noticed signs of his anger again, feeling frustrated at how unpredictable this man could be. She racked her brain, trying to figure out what he wanted to hear and then suddenly had a revelation about her understanding of love from last time. Sincerely, she looked at Brandon Piers, "When I agreed to be with you, I had already let go of him. Now, my heart and mind are all about you."

"Really? Why does it seem like you never put your heart into your sweet words?" Brandon scrutinized Abigail.

"Did... did I? Grandpa only taught me how to scold people, never how to say sweet things," Abigail awkwardly but earnestly replied.

Brandon: "..." Could this really be Old Mr. Smith’s fault?

"Have you ever said those things to him?" Although Brandon felt it was unfair to blame Old Mr. Smith, he did not plan on defending him. Instead, he looked at Abigail seriously and asked.

Abigail was initially stunned but then understood, shaking her head, "My senior and I were always just classmates and colleagues; how could I say those things?"

"Oh, what kind of relationship did you wish for?" Brandon suddenly asked with a stern face.

Abigail: "..." This was terrifying, making her suddenly not want to be in a relationship.

"None, we have no relationship now." Survival instinct took away Abigail’s dignity.

Brandon finally felt satisfied but still had a sour tone, "But you liked him for ten years."

Ten years, such a long time in the prime of her youth.

What a pity it was wasted on that damn fool.

"But from now on, I will like you for ten years, twenty years, and thirty years..." Abigail heard the regret and the imminent jealousy in Brandon’s voice.

"Only thirty years?" Brandon was dissatisfied.

"I used an ellipsis, meaning many, many more years." Abigail laughed as she leaned against Brandon’s chest, finding this man’s childishness incredibly endearing.

She truly felt lucky her heart was strong enough because, in this relationship, highs and lows came so suddenly that she would not have been able to handle it otherwise.

"Do you think I can see what punctuation you used when you speak?" Brandon asked with amusement.

"Alright then, forty years, fifty years, sixty years, seventy years, is that enough? By then, I’ll be eighty-nine, and you’ll be ninety-five," Abigail almost counted with her fingers.

"Oh, you think I’m too old," Brandon said irritably. When he had taken Abigail to school last time, he felt surrounded by teenagers. Now, hearing Abigail emphasize their age gap, he felt slightly displeased.

"I think you are creating something out of nothing." Abigail laughed. Technically, she was two years older than Brandon.

Thankfully, they weren’t calculating age by the past method.

"Haha." Brandon chuckled softly. He only then realized that they were actually arguing, and he almost did something wrong.

Feeling a bit guilty, he rubbed his stubble on Abigail’s chin, "I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said those things earlier."

The sudden despair that had welled up earlier made him feel for a moment like he had returned to his childhood, witnessing his parents’ quarrels.

Oppression, suffocation, and boundless coldness.

Abigail sensed Brandon’s melancholic mood, hugging him gently, "Though I don’t have much experience in love, Aunt Claudia said that two people always have bumps along the way. It’s nothing to be afraid of; we’ll get through it."

She was certain that she liked the man in front of her, flaws and all, even though he was not a traditional good man. She held his hand and didn’t want to let go.

"Hmm." Brandon nodded lightly, lowering his head to rest his chin on Abigail’s shoulder. His voice was slightly hoarse, "Can I continue what I was doing earlier?"

"What were you doing earlier?" Abigail looked at him in confusion.

The next moment, Brandon turned his head and bit her earlobe.

Abigail’s face instantly turned bright red, her ears wet and itchy. She pushed Brandon’s head away, "Were you thinking of... that with me?"

Brandon naturally didn’t want to admit his previous foolishness. Resting his head back on Abigail’s shoulder, his amber eyes stared warmly at her, "No, not just earlier, but every day."

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This damn man, they were still arguing.

Could he respect the art of arguing?

"I don’t want to." Abigail firmly said.

"You do. I know it." Brandon had only learned today that the little fatty slept in his room that night. If she didn’t come to him that night, he would go to her the next day.

"Know what?" Abigail didn’t understand.

"You waited in my room that night for me all night. That’s why you were so angry when I didn’t come back, right?" Brandon whispered in Abigail’s ear.

His warm breath around her ear and those exposing words filled Abigail with embarrassment. She didn’t feel anything when she did it, but hearing Brandon bluntly say it out loud was deeply shameful.

And this man leaned against her shoulder as if he had no bones, pretending to be a yandere beauty when his heart was fine. But despite all her internal tsukkomis, she firmly denied it out loud, "I did not, you’re talking nonsense."

"Should I go ask Uncle Piers for confirmation?" Brandon smirked.

Hearing this, Abigail turned her head and glared at him angrily.

But this expression looked to Brandon like a genuine pout, making him lean in and peck her lightly, then whisper in her ear, "If you feel it’s unfair, I can wait for you in your room tonight."

Ah, ah, ah...

Abigail couldn’t understand how the conversation turned into this. This flirtatious monster, could they argue properly?

"Hmm?" Brandon hummed as he rubbed his chin along Abigail’s neck again.

Abigail’s legs weakened as she held onto Brandon. How could she stay angry like this?