Reborn as Mr.CEO’s Fat Wife - Chapter 765

Chapter 765: Chapter 765: MANMAN’s Second Young Master Pei

Just as Abigail was at a loss, Brandon Piers suddenly shielded Abigail behind him. “Sorry, my Abby is not a public figure, she has no obligation to answer your questions.”

The reporters were taken aback by Brandon Piers’ sudden action, staring blankly at this handsome man coming out of the courthouse. They finally remembered their real target for today’s trip to the courthouse.

But before the reporters could continue to question, Brandon once again opened his mouth. “But I can answer for her. There are no secrets to Abby winning the award. It is determined by her skills. There’s nothing hidden about us getting engaged and having a child early. She fell in love with me at first sight, and I found her attractive at first sight. As for why I recovered, you guessed it right. Abigail saved me. Lastly, her weight loss has no secret. It’s just exercise and a reasonable diet.”

After finishing speaking, Brandon held Abigail and walked towards the car, his stance strong and protective.

Dazed by his series of actions, the reporters finally reacted and started frantically taking pictures of the two. Benjamin Jones, standing among the crowd, suddenly understood why Abby finally chose Brandon Piers.

He thought of the words the receptionist used to describe a certain male star: attractive and manly.

Abigail was ushered into the car by Brandon, unable to suppress the smile at the corners of her mouth.

Brandon saw this and used his long, well-defined fingers to gently hold her chin, turning her face toward him, and then lowered his head to capture her lips.

Thinking about the reporters outside, Abigail’s eyes widened, and she reached out to pat the man. But Brandon took the opportunity to clasp her ten fingers tightly, the kiss becoming deeper and more passionate.

At the courthouse just now, Brandon had restrained himself out of consideration for Benjamin, but thinking of this bad woman’s disdain for him earlier, he could not help but want to punish her.

After days of not seeing each other, with reporters everywhere outside, Abigail’s entire body was tense under Brandon’s forceful kiss. Her body’s unusually sensitive response left her trembling uncontrollably under such a passionate kiss.

Brandon noticed Abigail’s reaction and was momentarily taken aback. Then he wrapped his arms around her, his clear voice carrying a hint of hoarseness, laughing softly as he spoke close to her ear.

Abigail felt she was being ridiculed and peeked out a pink face from the man’s embrace, “Humph.”

Brandon’s heart melted at Abigail’s adorable expression. He lowered his head and pecked her reddened lips that had been kissed, “Silly girl, the car has one-way glass. People outside can’t see in.”

“You did it on purpose?” Abigail asked, both embarrassed and angry.

Brandon raised his hand. “Wrongly accused. You’ve ridden in this car many times, so I thought you knew.”

Then Brandon’s lips curled into a teasing smile.

Abigail said, “…Brandon Piers, you’ve become even worse.”

“So, do you like the bad me or the worse me?” Brandon held Abigail by the waist, his amber eyes filled with deep affection.

Under his gaze, coupled with the obvious changes in their bodies, Abigail poked him shyly. “Pullan is in the front.”

Pullan, who had been trying hard to reduce his presence, didn’t expect the young lady to call him out at this moment, almost feeling like crying and stammering, “Young Mistress, I didn’t hear anything.”

Abigail and Brandon, “… Then you better keep quiet.”

Pullan started the car with a grievance, “Then where do we go now? There is a budget hotel nearby…”

Bang!

Pullan kindly suggested, but before he could finish his words, he was hit by a cushion thrown from the back by Brandon.

Pullan felt even more wronged. He was thinking of their situation after all, with so many reporters outside.

Although she did not know what nonsense was in Pullan’s mind, Abigail firmly believed it was nothing good. She quickly urged, “Let’s go to the hospital first.”

“Yes, Young Mistress.” Pullan quickly responded, driving the car toward the hospital.

Brandon knew about the incident, but had not had a chance to ask for details. Now hearing Abigail say she wanted to go to the hospital, he frowned. “How is Grandpa?”

“It’s nothing serious, but I had Kelvin send out a critical condition report to the media, so he still needs to stay a few more days. We will visit Grandpa first, then go to the lawyer,” Abigail explained softly.

“There’s no rush with the lawyer. I want to go home first after seeing Grandpa.” Don’t think Abigail was the only one who felt disgusted. Brandon, too, felt disgusted with himself in his current state.

Abigail raised her eyebrows. “Not in a hurry?”

“There are still ten days before the court session, no rush.” Previously, Brandon had Benjamin arrange to meet Abigail at the law firm so that the chubby young boy wouldn’t see his sorry appearance. But now that everything had been revealed and even despised, why bother with any reserve? He just wanted to go home and hold his wife tightly.

“Alright then.” Abigail didn’t know how Brandon had been enduring these days at the courthouse, but it certainly wasn’t easy. Traveling home to get cleaned up first seemed reasonable, other matters could wait.

The car quickly arrived at the hospital. This time, Kennan had cleared the reporters in advance, so they encountered no obstacles entering the ward as quickly as possible.

Elder Piers had just finished breakfast not long ago, knowing that his old friend had arrived at the estate, he was enthusiastically video chatting. Seeing his grandson come in, he didn’t even look up, instead enthusiastically waving at Abigail. “Abby, did you see your grandpa’s return?”

“Yes.” Abigail nodded, stepping forward to take Elder Piers’ phone. “Although you’re fine now, you still need to rest well. My grandpa has Housekeeper Piers taking care of him, you don’t need to worry.”

“He’s not worried about me. He is just worried I will ruin his herbs in the garden. Who cares if he grows those? There’s nothing worth ruining!” Before she could finish, Grandpa’s voice came through the phone.

Abigail lifted the phone and found that the two old men were video chatting. She shook her head helplessly. “You’ve tinkered with herbs all your life, it’s time for a break. The fish at Moon Lake should be quite fat recently. You can take Aunt Smith fishing.”

Abigail remained accustomed to addressing Clara Smith as Aunt Smith.

“That’s a good idea.” Church Smith nodded sincerely at his granddaughter’s suggestion.

Grayson Piers snorted, wishing he could go home fishing too.

Completely ignored, Brandon could not resist anymore. He stepped forward to snatch the phone from Abigail, handing it back to Grandpa. “Anyway, we have seen him, we’re going home.”

Elder Piers, as if seeing his grandson for the first time, snorted coldly, “Oh, you wretch. Almost put this old man in critical condition, and now, just walking in, you’re planning to leave without even steady footing. Where’s your conscience?”

“What is a conscience? Can one eat it?” Brandon deliberately teased his grandpa.

Elder Piers’s beard quivered in anger. “Get out, get out, if the reporters didn’t scare me to death, I’d be infuriated to death by you. Just tell me, what’s your plan?”

“You just take care of yourself, don’t worry about unnecessary stuff.” Brandon looked like he was giving earnest advice, annoying the old man even more. He waved his hand, signaling him to get out quickly.

Brandon laughed, pulling Abigail closer into his arms. “Alright, we’re leaving.”

Abigail, both angry and amused, poked him lightly, “Can’t you speak nicely to Grandpa?”

“Just want to go home and take a bath.” Brandon looked down at Abigail, flirtatiously teasing her.

Elder Piers, “…” Does he think I am deaf in my old age?