Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife

Chapter 326: Chapter 326: The cunning ghost likes chubby little girls!

Irene Wallis, sensing Jeffrey Foster’s unusual demeanor, softly asked, “Dean Foster, are you all right?”

“I’m fine.” It took Jeffrey a while to move his lips, and his voice was unexpectedly dry.

Irene was taken aback, followed Jeffrey’s gaze to the center of the dance floor, stared at the dazzling fat person, and slightly frowned. What was the deal with this fat person?

Master Brandon seemed to be possessed, hosting a grand engagement ceremony for her, and today spending a lavish two hundred million. Now, Jeffrey also looked at her differently. What charm did a mere fat person have?

Thinking about how today Brandon Piers rejected the dean’s advice just because Abigail Green didn’t like him, was he throwing his life away?

Had he gone mad?

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Irene Wallis couldn’t understand. However, she was always well-mannered. Hearing Jeffrey say it was nothing, she bit her lip and continued watching the person in the center of the dance floor.

She was really curious about what kind of magic this fat person possessed!

Noel Roberts also felt Abigail’s magic. His mouth slightly parted. “Ha, I didn’t expect Abby to be such a nimble fat person.”

“Don’t keep calling her fat. Be careful, she might peel your skin.” Lucy Graham laughed, also surprised by Abigail’s performance.

Noel, being teased, was dissatisfied. “Why are you siding with him? Wasn’t it miserable enough last time? Are we not settling the account?”

“Heh heh.” Not mentioning it was okay, but when Noel suddenly brought it up, Lucy coldly chuckled. “Speaking of settling accounts, I remember it was your person who gave me the room card back then.”

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Noel shivered. “That really has nothing to do with me. I didn’t know a thing!”

“You didn’t know? You conspired with him to set me up. I think Mr. Roberts has been too busy to discipline you recently. Need me to help him out?” Saying this, Lucy crackled her knuckles.

“Ha ha, since the auction is over, I just remembered I have something to do. Gotta go, bye!” Noel threw this sentence and slipped out.

Lucy snorted and shifted her gaze back to the center stage.

Before, she thought the gap between Abigail Green and Brandon Piers was too great. But at this moment, watching the two standing on the center stage, she suddenly realized this girl could shine.

Standing next to Brandon Piers, her aura was not the least inferior, even occasionally overpowering the man. That confidence and decisiveness from within were simply not something an ordinary girl could possess.

Even she couldn’t guarantee standing on a stage with Brandon as confidently and naturally as this girl did. “Where did this guy find such a treasure?”

Lucy couldn’t help but whisper. Just then, Leah Graham walked over, seeing Brandon and Abigail on the center stage. “Huihui, didn’t Brandon’s surgery fail? Can he dance?”

The elderly woman’s tone was full of worry.

“Mom, didn’t you hear people say good people don’t live long, but scourges last a thousand years? Look at him, does he look critically ill?” Lucy, though unclear about Brandon’s exact condition, based on her understanding of him, it’s not about dancing—he could calculate the calories needed to take a few steps to the decimal point.

Since he dared to enter the dance floor, naturally, he would control the physical exertion within his limits.

“This child…” Leah shook her head, thought of something, and asked, “Is that girl really his fiancée?”

“Yes, they even have a child together. What’s real or not, I heard they can’t get a marriage certificate because of their age. If it weren’t for Grandfather Piers’ nature, the last event wouldn’t just be an engagement banquet,” Lucy laughed.

“This child handles big things silently. By the way, is the little girl also studying medicine?” Leah rarely showed curiosity about a young girl.

Lucy nodded. “I heard she’s just a freshman. Tsk tsk, who could have thought such a cunning guy like Master Brandon would like a chubby little girl.”

“I see in her eyes she’s clear and pure, with an extraordinary aura—she’s a good girl. But you, don’t bring weird things home again.” Recalling Alfie Thomas, the old lady got angry.

Thinking about the previous one, she got even angrier.

“I think you should let Brandon check your dates, so you don’t keep bringing trash home.” Leah got more agitated as she spoke.

“Mom!” Lucy’s sore spot was hit, and she unhappily called out.

Professor Graham snorted and went busy.

Leaving Lucy muttering, “You have good vision, falling in love with the wild horse of the Piers family at a young age. Out of spite, married a handsome man who ended up being a jerk!”

“Tsk tsk!”

It’s a case of the pot calling the kettle black.

Just then, the music gradually stopped.

Brandon Piers held Abigail Green’s hand but didn’t let go.

It had been a long time since he had danced so freely, although there was a slight pain tugging at the wound on his chest, it didn’t affect his mood.

Just now, he clearly heard what Ruby said, and for a moment, really thought Abby wouldn’t be able to dance. He had already thought of several plans to avoid embarrassing her in front of people.

But he never expected his little Abby would surprise him so greatly!

Even more unexpected was the great tacit understanding between them.

Brandon looked at Abigail in front of him. Because she just finished dancing, her fair skin had a faint blush, and her bright eyes looked at him, particularly like the small steamed buns with big eyes that people edited during festivals.

Round and white, steaming hot, irresistibly bite-worthy.

The more Brandon thought this way, the more the amber light in his eyes shone brilliantly. His gaze at Abigail was filled with a heat he had never felt before; his Adam’s apple bobbed.

Following his heart, Brandon licked the corner of his lips and uncontrollably leaned closer to Abigail, gradually moving in for a kiss.

Abigail watched as the handsome man’s face enlarged in front of her, immediately realizing Brandon’s intention. Her heart started racing, and her eyes couldn’t help but take on a different color as she looked at the man in front of her.

Clap clap clap!

But just as Brandon’s kiss was about to land on Abigail’s lips, someone started clapping.

The claps startled the two in the center of the stage, especially Brandon, whose mind was full of questions. What was he doing? What did he want to do?

Abigail also snapped out of it, meeting Brandon’s regretful eyes. Her heart chilled a bit, and the inadvertent shyness on her face faded, her gaze becoming clear.

Brandon froze, realizing something too late. He held Abigail’s small hand with his big hand, his chin gently rubbing her forehead as if seeking forgiveness.

Abigail looked up at the man in confusion, her eyes full of bewilderment.

Brandon suddenly felt an unbearable heartache. “Tired? Let me take you home.”

“Oh.” Abigail didn’t understand the man’s rich emotional changes. She only murmured yes and was led out of the dance floor. However, she met Jeffrey Foster’s eyes just as others entered the floor.

Abigail couldn’t pinpoint the feeling.

She saw in them loss, sorrow, and an endless longing…

What was wrong with her senior?