Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife

Chapter 329: Chapter 329: Turns Out Emotions Are Contagious
 

Although she had long lost the right to choose in this marriage, hearing from this man’s mouth that he wasn’t purely doing it for Teddy made her heart inexplicably sweet.

And the expression on Ruby Green’s face after he said those words was just perfect.

Abigail almost laughed out loud. This was way more satisfying than tearing it up herself!

Her heart clearly told her that her heart belonged to her senior, but at this moment Abigail had to admit that she was captivated by this man’s charm.

A young girl’s heart swayed gently with his subtle movements.

She suddenly felt that being reborn into this chubby girl’s body wasn’t without gains.

At the very least, she now had Teddy, Grandfather Piers, Kelly, and the others… Hmm, most importantly, she had the man by her side.

“Just laugh if you’re happy. Don’t be silly and secretly rejoice.” Although Brandon Piers didn’t look at the chubby girl, he could still feel the joy reflected in her light steps, which made him very happy.

It turned out that emotions were indeed contagious.

At least at this moment, he was infected.

“Who’s secretly rejoicing?” Abigail denied proudly.

Brandon chuckled lightly and didn’t expose her.

However… while walking, Brandon suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure from the corner of his eye. He let out a sudden muffled grunt and turned around to block Abigail’s view.

Abigail hurriedly supported him, “What’s wrong with you?”

“I moved too much to match your steps and tore my wound.” Brandon covered his chest. Although his voice was clear and steady, Abigail couldn’t help but hear a hint of grievance.

But what was Abigail? A straightforward woman!

Looking at the man, she frowned, “Are you sure it’s not because you kicked Diana Edith too hard just now?”

She didn’t miss Brandon’s kick earlier. Diana Edith would probably be bedridden for half a month. It was clear that Brandon had put a lot of strength into it.

“Regardless of which one it is, it’s all because of you.” Brandon glanced at Jeffrey Foster and his group as they walked past. He pressed Abigail’s shoulder.

Abigail sighed, “What you said makes sense. Let’s go home. I’ll check on you. Your wound can’t tear open again.”

“Okay.” Brandon acted especially obedient at this time and added, “You support me.”

“Alright.” Abigail didn’t doubt him and hastily supported the tall man out of the empty exit.

On the way, Brandon suddenly remembered something, “You danced the tango pretty well.”

Abigail almost forgot about this. Suddenly being praised, her cheeks felt slightly hot with unease.

Her previous self did know how to dance; she danced well, but only fairly well. But she was different.

Although she studied medicine from a young age, coming from the Smith family, she received elite education since childhood. How could her grandfather let her lag behind in other areas?

Not only dancing, but she was also proficient in piano and painting, especially painting, comparable to professional students.

And the tango was just a simple one.

The last time she danced was at Yale’s anniversary. After one lifetime, many things and people had changed, but what was etched in her bones would not be forgotten.

Such as her medical skills, dance, and her longing for her grandfather.

Thinking of these, a faint sadness appeared on Abigail’s face again.

At this moment, Pullan saw Abigail supporting the second master out and rushed over carrying a wheelchair, “Second Master, Second Master, are you okay? What’s wrong with you…”

Ah, his mournful tone swept away Abigail’s sadness.

Brandon took a deep breath.

But before he could calm down, Pullan put down the wheelchair, pushed Abigail aside, and pressed Brandon into the wheelchair in one fluid motion, leaving no opportunity for objections.

He then asked with a face full of sorrow, “Second Master, are you alright? I’ll take you to the hospital right away.”

And then Pullan heard a gritted teeth, “Get out!”

Pullan scratched his head. What did I do wrong? What did I do wrong?

At this moment, Abigail gently tugged Brandon’s sleeve, signaling him with her eyes.

Brandon noticed someone watching them from the corner of his eye, held back his anger, and commanded Pullan, “Carry me to the car.”

Pullan immediately went to carry Brandon, but Brandon coldly glanced at him. Pullan quickly moved to the back and carefully placed the wheelchair along with Brandon into the stretched Lincoln.

Brandon exhaled a long breath as he looked at the boarding Abigail and altered his tone, “Abigail, my wound hurts.” His heart ached too, especially when he heard that damn woman say she had died once and crawled out of hell.

Abigail and Pullan, “…”

“Let me check.” Abigail, utterly softened by the man’s antics today, stepped forward.

Brandon, unceremoniously, unbuttoned his shirt and revealed the wound on his chest.

Abigail looked at it, “Fortunately, the wound didn’t tear open. It should be the large movements tugging at the sternum. For the time being, you should avoid going out and rest well at home. I will prescribe some medicine to promote bone healing.”

After speaking, she intended to sit properly, but the man wore a disappointed face and asked, “Didn’t you always place your hand up there to feel it? Why are you so perfunctory today?”

After he said this, Abigail sensed that Pullan’s gossiping instincts were brewing, and even the driver sat up straighter.

Abigail covered her forehead. It was a normal check-up. Why did it sound so weird when this man said it?

She did that before because she had no professional tools at hand, and at the time, his wound hadn’t healed yet. But seeing him now, bouncing around, he seemed nowhere near needing to check his heart rate.

However, seeing the man’s expressionless face that implied if you don’t check, you’re an incompetent doctor, Abigail sighed and placed her hand on Brandon’s wound.

Brandon was satisfied.

Looking down at that small chubby hand resting on his chest, the slight pain in his chest began to fade away bit by bit.

But…

Thump thump thump!

His heart raced uncontrollably.

Abigail looked up in confusion. Just now everything seemed fine. How did it suddenly speed up?

“Are you feeling uncomfortable?” Abigail asked in confusion.

Brandon shook his head.

Abigail frowned, worried that the man injured himself with his earlier exertion, and bent down to place her ear against Brandon’s chest.

Lowering his head, Brandon saw the fluffy head against his chest, and because she tilted her head, one fair and tender ear was exposed, with a round earlobe looking especially cute, making him want to pinch it.

Thump thump thump…

Abigail pressed against his chest, feeling his strong heartbeat. It didn’t seem like a problem, but as she was about to move away, the heartbeat sped up again, as if the whole heart was about to jump out.

“This… what’s going on?”

Logically, the surgery was successful, and he had been recovering well recently. Why was this happening?

Abigail was pondering when Brandon grasped her ear with his cool hands. “Ouch, what are you doing?”

“You are too close, making it hard for me to breathe.” Brandon’s tone carried a hint of annoyance, but his hand did not let go, involuntarily pinching it. It was genuinely cute. He wanted to bite it.

Abigail felt her ear itch uncomfortably, “Let go of my ear first.”

What’s wrong with this man?