Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife

Chapter 301: Chapter 301: I Can’t Sleep, and It’s All Your Fault!
 

Piers’ Mansion.

It had been three days. Brandon Piers tossed and turned, struggling with insomnia, dark circles forming under his beautiful lower lashes, marring his looks.

Pullan was very worried.

He immediately reported the matter to the old master.

The old master was distraught.

How could his grandson have insomnia? Could he be troubled by something?

He knew very well that this kid had been dangerously cunning since his teenage years, never showing mercy to those he tricked.

Insomnia? Impossible.

But now, he’d been struggling with insomnia for three consecutive days. Was it a moral decline or… sorry, wrong line!

So what exactly happened? The old master, mixed with surprise and deep worry, looked at Pullan and asked, “You said Brandon has been experiencing insomnia since he came out of Abigail’s room three days ago?”

Pullan nodded seriously, “Yes, that’s right.”

“This… Did they have an argument?” The old master speculated.

But he immediately denied it himself. When had he ever seen his grandson argue with anyone? It would ruin his gentlemanly image!

“Maybe he is worried about something else.” Pullan thought it might not necessarily be related to Miss Abigail.

Correction, to the young mistress.

As the second young master’s chief bodyguard, how could he fall behind the Scott brothers?

The old master gave Pullan a disdainful look, “Do you think our Brandon is the type to toss and turn over other worries? How many relationships have you been in before?”

“Just one.” Pullan replied sullenly. So what if he had few relationships? At least he had one.

“Oh, when was this? How long did it last? Why did you break up?” The old master felt it was necessary to ask about Pullan’s relationship experience to help clear the way for his grandson.

Pullan thought carefully, “Third grade, lasted a year. As for why we broke up? She said I no longer met her aesthetic standards and wanted to recite poetry with the pretty boy next door! Master, you tell me, what’s wrong with liking sports?”

The old master, “…”

Suddenly he picked up his cane and walked away.

Pullan, not getting a response, couldn’t help but chase after him, “Master, you haven’t answered my question.”

“I’ll have Brandon give you a vacation tomorrow!” The old master tossed out these words, leaving Pullan with a hasty back.

Pullan scratched his head, “Why? I just had a vacation this month.”

Housekeeper Piers, who was slower than the old master, looked at Pullan with the concern for a mentally challenged child, and said earnestly, “Pullan, I know you’ve been going through closed training these years, but you should also communicate more with the outside world. Go, take a good vacation, relax.” And stop talking about your elementary school romance.

Pullan, “But the second young master…”

“Adults’ matters are not for children to worry about.” Housekeeper Piers finished, catching up with the old master’s pace.

Pullan, “…”

But even though Pullan was far away, his hearing was good. He heard the old master’s worried voice talking to Housekeeper Piers, “Do you think the child didn’t succeed? It’s also my fault for being too anxious. Abigail is quite heavy; he doesn’t have much experience. Is it a blow to his self-esteem?”

“Uh… maybe you should ask?” Housekeeper Piers suggested sincerely.

The old master glared hard at the housekeeper, “Old fogey, can I ask about such things?”

The housekeeper bowed his head, what is there that you cannot ask?

In the distance, Pullan was struck with inspiration and headed towards Brandon Piers’ study.

Ten minutes later.

Piers’ Mansion echoed with a familiar command as Pullan ran, “One, two. One, two…”

The mansion’s people, having seen Pullan trim most of the garden flowers and plants before, were no longer surprised by his sudden running. They didn’t even lift their heads.

Abigail, hearing the distant sound, walked into Brandon’s study with an amused smile, “What did Pullan do to provoke you?”

“Nothing. I just thought he seemed idle, so I had him exercise.” Brandon replied nonchalantly.

Abigail saw through but didn’t expose, glancing at the man’s dark circles, “Insomnia?”

“The old master sent you?” Brandon frowned.

“I have my own reasons too.” Abigail said truthfully. She had just received a call from the lawyer. Brandon had moved quickly; Lincoln Pharmaceuticals was now under her name. Many things needed to be changed, and she thought professional managers would be needed. In this aspect, Brandon was more knowledgeable than her.

“Hmm, let’s talk about your issues first.” Brandon knew what Abigail wanted to discuss.

Since it was a collaboration, Abigail didn’t hold back. “I can’t spare the time or have the ability to manage a company right now. I need a professional manager.”

“I have already hired a professional manager to start tomorrow. You just need to make an appearance.” When Brandon planned to help Abigail reclaim Lincoln Pharmaceuticals, he had already considered the follow-up.

“Good.” Abigail trusted him completely.

Brandon raised an eyebrow, “Aren’t you afraid I’ll deceive you?”

“It’s just Woods Lineage. It’s not worth the second young master’s deceit.” Abigail answered casually, completely forgetting that Woods Lineage was something Brandon had just swindled from Lincoln Green.

But Brandon didn’t care about that. He was pleased that Abigail trusted and affirmed him so confidently.

After discussing business, Abigail’s gaze fell on the dark circles under Brandon’s eyes again, “What’s causing your insomnia?”

Brandon lowered his head, his mouth twitching slightly, “It’s nothing. I’ve been busy with work lately. You know Piers’ enterprise is huge, and a lot of things need my attention.”

“Oh.” Abigail looked at him quizzically, “Why did I hear from Pullan that you’ve dumped most of the work on Secretary Max and Special Assistant Max?”

Brandon, “…” Damn Pullan and his big mouth!

Abigail saw the change in Brandon’s expression and remembered the old master’s words. She earnestly said, “Second young master, your body is in recovery. You shouldn’t… think too much. It’s bad for your health.”

Brandon, “…” Fuck, whom did he offend to be so discriminated against!

But in Abigail’s eyes, it seemed like the man really had an unspeakable difficulty.

Brandon finally couldn’t stand Abigail’s look any longer. Agitated, he glared at the little fatty in front of him, “I have insomnia. Shouldn’t you take full responsibility?”

Abigail, “…What does this have to do with me?”

“Didn’t you say I might be sleepless thinking about you?” Brandon blurted out the truth in his rage.

Abigail was stunned, recalling what she had said three days ago when he inexplicably wanted to see her C-section scar. She had thought that with his obsessive-compulsive tendencies, if he saw her twisted and ugly scar, he would indeed toss and turn, unable to rest until it was removed.

But he clearly hadn’t looked!

Abigail looked at Brandon innocently, “You can’t blame it on your good looks.”

“You said if I saw the scar, I would be sleepless thinking about it. So I kept wondering why seeing your scar would make me sleepless. Shouldn’t you let me take a look?” Brandon’s words were like a tongue-twister, but Abigail understood.

He still wanted to see her scar. What’s wrong with him?

His obsessive-compulsive disorder had advanced to this stage? Could looking make him sleep?

Abigail didn’t believe it!

But looking up, she met his amber eyes. The afternoon sunlight just hit the room, reflecting off his cat-like eyes, making them appear golden. Abigail seemed to return to their first meeting, the man as handsome as a deity. She nodded her head as if possessed by a ghost.