Reborn as Mr.CEO’s Fat Wife - Chapter 747

Chapter 747: Chapter 747: The Young Master’s Selfie

Brandon Piers quickly dismissed his thought. With Joshua Piers’s personality, it was impossible for him to let his emotions dictate his actions.

He might have had a good impression of Abigail because of what happened last time, but he would never be so foolish as to pursue her. It was more likely he moved into Rose Valley to annoy him.

“Second Young Master, what should we do now?” Pullan asked worriedly.

“Have Kennan Max dispatch more people to keep a close watch. Report any movements immediately,” Brandon instructed after some contemplation. Now that Joshua knew he had feelings for Abigail, there was no reason to hide it anymore.

Pullan agreed and sent a message to Kennan. Then they heard Brandon add, “Turn around, we’re heading to Hughes’s place.”

Brandon Piers thought it over and still felt uneasy. He didn’t want to return to Abigail’s place for fear of being kicked out by a robot again. So he decided to go to Hughes’s villa instead; at least he considered that his territory.

But upon arrival, it was clear Hughes didn’t really welcome him. Hearing Brandon intended to stay the night, Hughes finished his last mouthful of ramen and said, “Fine, but don’t bother me. Also, I have no food here, so bring your own.”

With that, he coolly ascended the stairs and went into his room.

Brandon had never been so blatantly ignored before. But since Hughes wasn’t his subordinate–only assisting him to repay a favor to Abigail–there was nothing he could do. Turning to Pullan, he said, “Go, tidy up a room.”

Hughes’s villa had no servants. The cleaning staff came every three days, unlike at Moon Lake Manor where Housekeeper Piers took care of everything.

Thus, Pullan effectively switched roles from a gardener to a housekeeper.

When they originally set up this villa, they hadn’t planned for guests. So when Pullan, who was over six feet tall and muscular, walked in carrying a pink strawberry-themed bed set in one hand and a yellow lemon-themed set in the other, Brandon Piers was stunned. “Huh?”

“When Housekeeper Piers was setting things up for Hughes, he didn’t know and thought everything was for the Young Madam. I just checked the closet, and these were the only two sets available,” Pullan explained, looking aggrieved.

Brandon rubbed his temples. “Isn’t there a supermarket in the villa area?”

“It’s closed at this hour,” Pullan scratched his head.

“What about nearby?” Brandon couldn’t bear to watch as Pullan, with his sun-tanned skin and crew cut, exuded a tough guy aura while holding those frilly bed sets.

Just as he asked, Brandon remembered that Rose Valley was quite a distance from the city. Even if they went to Moon Lake Manor to get different linens, it would take over an hour round trip, and Peter had already driven off when they arrived.

Seeing his boss come to this realization, Pullan didn’t respond, only gave him a pitiful look as if to say, Are you really going to make me go out this late to buy bed linens?

Brandon Piers, feeling repulsed by Pullan’s pitiful expression, said, “Get out.”

Pullan obediently went to make the bed. When it was done and he saw the delicate pink covering, a sense of inexplicable accomplishment filled him, more satisfying than tending to the lawn. He took a picture and posted it on his Facebook Circle.

Moments later, Pullan’s post was bombarded with question marks in the comments section. Even Elder Piers couldn’t help but ask, “Pullan, have you gotten yourself a girlfriend?”

At first, Pullan didn’t take it seriously. But when he saw Lena Locke’s question mark, he panicked and quickly clarified, “This bed is for Second Young Master.”

His response only generated more question marks. Noel Roberts added to the drama, “The spoiled concubine rejected Brandon, so he’s turned gay?”

Pullan was speechless.

This misunderstanding had grown out of control!

Panicking, Pullan held his phone, thinking hard about how to explain. Halfway through, he had an epiphany and hurriedly deleted the post to cover his tracks.

Meanwhile, at the neighboring villa.

After putting Teddy to sleep, Abigail lay on her bed, scrolling through her phone while thinking about her conversation with Brandon Piers that day. The first post she saw was Pullan’s on Facebook Circle. Initially stunned, she didn’t expect such a tough guy to have a soft side. Pulling down to read more, she saw the collective replies.

Her hand froze as she was about to scroll further. Abigail looked down at her bedspread, then at the pink strawberry print. It suddenly occurred to her that Housekeeper Piers had selected those sheets for her last time, but she had rejected them. They ended up at Hughes’s place by mistake.

So that man didn’t leave; he went to Hughes’s place next door?

Abigail raised an eyebrow. Was Brandon planning to use proximity to his advantage? Still, she couldn’t picture him lying on those pink strawberry sheets, so she quickly took a screenshot.

Just after she finished, the post was gone. Relieved, she proactively messaged Brandon on Facebook, “Aren’t you trying to pursue me?”

At the other villa, after deleting the picture, Pullan sighed in relief. Suddenly, a shiver ran through him as he turned to see Brandon standing behind him, his voice trembling, “S-sir, the bed is ready.”

Brandon Piers didn’t have time for his phone. Frowning at the pink bed, he grew more uncomfortable the longer he looked.

Sensing Brandon’s unease, Pullan suggested, “How about you sleep on the other bed? That one’s lemon.”

Brandon pondered for a moment and nodded. The light yellow lemons were better than the pink strawberries. But just as he agreed, he heard Abigail’s distinctive Facebook notification sound.

It had been over a month since Brandon heard from his little fatty. His eyes brightened as he eagerly took out his phone and saw Abigail’s message, “Aren’t you trying to pursue me?” His amber eyes sparkled even more as he hurriedly replied, “Are you agreeing?”

Seeing his response, Abigail thought: Wishful thinking. She mischievously sent the screenshot back to Brandon, “Yes, take a selfie on your little strawberry bed, and I’ll consider prioritizing you.”

Brandon’s joy hadn’t yet faded. Looking at the screenshot, he slowly turned toward Pullan.

Pullan’s broad frame shuddered. Realizing he had been exposed, he pleaded, “Second Young Master, I was wrong!”

“Get out.” Brandon was utterly fed up with this fool, but since Abigail had proactively contacted and was willing to prioritize him, he decided to endure it.

Relieved that Brandon wasn’t planning to punish him, Pullan turned to leave but hesitated at the door, “Second Young Master, this is my room.”

“Get out.”

At the command, Pullan didn’t dare say another word and left swiftly.

After the door closed, Brandon looked at the creamy pink strawberry bedspread and blankets with great embarrassment. He asked Abigail, “Can’t I use another one?”

“I just want to see this one!!” Abigail couldn’t imagine the dignified Brandon lying on pink strawberry sheets for a selfie. It would surely be a sight to behold.

Seeing her message with two exclamation points, Brandon chuckled softly. This troublesome woman.

But if he had to take a picture, he wanted it to satisfy his woman. Brandon tore off the bandage from his face, undid the buttons on his shirt, and lounged on the bed. He snapped a few photos, then selected the best one to send to Abigail.

Abigail lay on her bed, swinging her legs with excitement, her dark, twinkling eyes full of anticipation. Just then, her phone buzzed. She quickly opened the message and saw the picture. Her face flushed instantly, her mouth slightly agape. What a rogue!