Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 536: He Dominates Me

Elaine Tours was bewildered.

Abigail Green pulled open her collar, revealing a red hickey. "He’s the one dominating me."

After saying that, Abigail leisurely buttoned up her shirt, looking distressed. "Honestly, I find it quite troubling too."

Elaine Tours, "..."

Brandon Piers, who was worried his little plump one might suffer, hurried over, "..."

"Master Brandon!" At this moment, Elaine, with sharp eyes, saw Brandon and enthusiastically pounced on him, wanting to cling to him.

Brandon cast a cold glance that intimidated Elaine, making her footsteps slow down instantly.

By the time she reacted and wanted to continue pestering Brandon, one of the bodyguards stepped forward to block her. "Miss, please have some self-respect."

Suddenly, tears welled up in Elaine’s eyes. "Master Brandon, are you really this heartless towards me? You weren’t like this that night..."

"Hehe, what was that like?" Brandon asked coldly, glaring at her.

Elaine’s aim was to plant a seed of doubt in the hearts of Brandon and Abigail, but she didn’t expect either of them to follow the usual script. No matter how she acted, she found it useless against their unreadable responses.

Brandon, with a cold gleam in his eyes, said, "Whatever scheme you’re planning, drop it now. Otherwise, it won’t just be career suicide for you."

"I..."

"Button up. Exposing yourself in public, do you think it’s appropriate?" Elaine tried to explain her affection for Brandon, but he already strode over to Abigail, reaching out to button her last button.

Abigail felt uncomfortable being constrained. "This one doesn’t need buttoning."

"It does." Recalling her earlier show of defiance with a mix of amusement and annoyance, Brandon commanded dominantly.

Abigail, feeling awkward, looked at him. "I’m fat."

"Then it needs buttoning even more to make you look slimmer." After saying that, he took Abigail’s hand and led her outside.

One bodyguard followed, while another stepped forward to ensure all employee and customer phones were checked for any possible videos and then followed behind.

Abigail, still holding Brandon’s hand, glared at him angrily. He obviously thought she was fat. As they passed Elaine, she whispered to Brandon, thinking it was quiet enough, "She doesn’t seem very smart!"

Elaine Tours, "..." She was still standing right there!

Then she heard a clear and calm voice from Brandon. "You’re not much better."

Elaine, who was fuming, felt slightly comforted. She left the store and went into the ladies’ room. Using a disposable card, she dialed a number. "Sorry, Dr. Foster, I’m afraid I didn’t help much. And you guessed wrong. Master Brandon and his fiancée have an excellent relationship. Their sex life is quite harmonious..."

"I got it. I’ll personally handle your boyfriend’s transplant surgery." Jeffrey Foster hung up the phone abruptly, his mind replaying Elaine’s words: Master Brandon and his fiancée have an excellent relationship. Their sex life is quite harmonious.

Elaine didn’t care about the beeping end call. Her mind was filled with relief that her boyfriend could be saved.

Flushing the temporary card down the toilet, she left the restroom, unexpectedly spotting Brandon and Abigail at the mall again. This time, the two entered a movie theater.

Learning her lesson, she stepped back and hid.

Brandon was unsure why he suddenly had an instinctive idea. Seeing couples holding hands and eating popcorn reminded him of Pullan’s book saying that a movie theater was the best place to heat things up between a couple. On impulse, he suggested to Abigail, "Let’s watch a movie."

To his surprise, Abigail immediately agreed.

They cluelessly bought a ticket to a late-night show.

It was past 11:30 p.m., and there weren’t many people in the large theater. The movie being shown was quite steamy, featuring a style that had been popular a few years back.

As the intimate scenes between the protagonists intensified, the real emphasis was on the couple sitting two meters behind them.

In the desolate theater of the midnight show, the couple behind them chose the furthest corner. As the heated sounds from the big screen played, noises began to radiate behind them as well.

The echo made the already cool October night feel stiflingly hot.

Abigail gripped Brandon’s hand, noticing his increasingly grim expression. She looked at the screen, then tried to turn around to observe behind, only for Brandon to forcefully turn her back. "Shameless."

With that, Brandon pulled Abigail up and headed for the exit.

Unexpectedly, his reprimand made the couple behind them escalate their actions, now directly panting, seemingly proud.

Brandon grew increasingly angrier. Seeing this, Abigail suddenly turned around and threw her popcorn at the overly intimate couple, precisely hitting them. Amidst a scream, she pulled Brandon and ran out of the theater.

"Hahaha..."

Outside the mall, seeing Brandon’s flushed face, Abigail laughed heartily, recalling how he had wooed her senseless at home earlier in the evening. Now, she realized her man could also be quite innocent.

"Still laughing? You have no decency in public." Brandon glared at her, displeased. Then he looked seriously at Abigail again. "You’re never allowed to visit a movie theater again."

He really shouldn’t have trusted Pullan and his unreliable advice.

"Do you know what you look like right now?" Abigail asked, holding back her laughter.

Brandon had a hunch it wasn’t going to be anything good and coldly snorted.

Unbothered, Abigail chuckled. "You look like my middle school disciplinarian. We used to call him ’The Man in the Shell’."

"Are you implying I’m conservative?" Brandon watched Abigail’s eyes crinkle into crescents as she laughed and suddenly smirked.

Abigail blinked, sensing danger, and quickly shook her head. "No, no, I didn’t..."

"I think you actually want some of that thrill." Brandon’s face returned to normal, his amber eyes fixating on Abigail like a predator.

"No, no, I don’t want it. I really don’t, Brandon..." Abigail whispered as her voice trailed off. Then, before Brandon could get close, she turned and bolted in the opposite direction.

However, she was quickly enveloped by Brandon’s long arms, pulling her into his chest. Brandon punished her by rubbing his chin against her cheek repeatedly, making her beg for mercy.

Finally, exhausted, she clung to Brandon, hearing his clear voice take on a husky tone as he murmured in her ear, "Remember your promise of compensation."

Abigail instantly recalled her bold move when they got out of the car, her ears turning as red as winter plums, whimpering for forgiveness.

But Brandon seemed set on not letting her off. As they played, the sound of a guitar drifted from afar. Abigail was startled and turned to see a young, somewhat downtrodden boy standing by a fountain outside the mall, with a guitar case at his feet surrounded by a few scattered people.

Abigail had a sudden idea. "Let me give you a gift."

Brandon raised an eyebrow. "Hmm?"