Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 452 - Classmate can I touch you

Chapter 452: Chapter 452: Classmate, can I touch you?

Chapter 452 -452: Classmate, can I touch you?

Medical School.

Abigail walked from the dormitory to the teaching building, feeling a pair of intermittent eyes on her the entire way. As soon as she entered the elevator, the feeling intensified.

After being looked at by the same person three times, she finally couldn’t help but ask, “Is there something on my face?”

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“Haha, are you Abigail? Can I touch you?” The clean-shaven boy with a neat buzz cut looked particularly well-behaved, exuding a bookish temperament.

Abigail remained silent.

Despite the boy looking so innocent, his bold behavior left her at a loss for words.

The boy looked a bit embarrassed. “Don’t get the wrong idea. I don’t mean to take advantage of you. I sat near you yesterday and felt you were very lucky. Ralf said you had the face of great fortune, like a lucky star, so…”

The boy blushed as he spoke.

Abigail gave the bookish boy a strange look. “So you want to touch me to get some luck?”

“Yes.” The boy nodded excitedly.

Whack!

At the next moment, a book hit the boy’s head. “You think you can just touch our Abigail?” Lena scolded.

The bookish boy, now confused from Lena’s hit, looked at them blankly. “I can’t touch you?”

“Of course not!” Lena answered for Abigail, grabbing her hand. “You can’t, but I can. Hahaha.”

Abigail chuckled, “Come on, aren’t we almost late?”

Others might not know the truth, but Abigail was clear. She was no lucky star. The reason she was so fortunate yesterday had more to do with her extravagant fiancée and pretentious grandfather.

It had nothing to do with being a lucky star.

“Ah, right, let’s go.” Lena realized, dragging Abigail along. Seeing the bookish boy still dazed, she reached back and pulled him. “Come on!”

Wilson snapped out of it and quickly followed.

They belonged to Class 02 of the clinical medicine major out of three classes, a location that was easy to find.

But as soon as the three entered, the previously noisy classroom fell silent. Abigail gave everyone a curious look only to find everyone staring at her.

Despite her excellent mental resilience, being stared at by a group of young students made her a bit uncomfortable. “Um… is there a problem?”

“You’re actually in our class?” A tall, dark-skinned boy asked in surprise.

Abigail nodded. “Is there a problem with that?”

“That’s great!” The boy exclaimed and slapped Abigail’s shoulder. Unprepared, she slipped off her chair, looking speechlessly at him.

The boy scratched his head awkwardly. “Sorry, I overdid it.”

Abigail smiled awkwardly and sat back up, only to be rushed by a ponytailed girl, “Ah, I want to touch too!”

Frightened, Abigail thrust her hand back, pressing the girl’s forehead. “Calm down, what are you doing?”

“Touching you!” The ponytailed girl said frankly. Abigail couldn’t help but facepalm. What the heck?

“I’m really not a lucky star, I don’t bring good luck, so don’t believe in such nonsense.” Left with no understanding of the situation, Abigail still held the struggling girl’s head as the girl continued reaching for her.

“It doesn’t matter if you’re not a lucky star. As long as you’re lucky, I want to get some of that luck.” The ponytailed girl insisted.

“Me too.” Another voice chimed in.

Then Abigail felt someone lightly rubbing her shoulder. Looking sideways, she saw the bookish boy who originally wanted to touch her, leaving her utterly speechless.

His action was noticed by others, who all came up and touched her shoulder.

Even those who originally had no interest couldn’t resist joining the fun now.

Sophie, who had arrived early, stared with wide eyes, while Lena desperately tried to stop them.

As Jeffrey entered, he saw Abigail with a despairing look, staring at the messy black handprint on her shoulder. Seeing this, Lena suddenly grabbed Abigail’s wrist and let out a scream.

Then came the classroom’s chorus of screams.

“Ah!”

“Aaah!”

“Aaaah…”

Followed by a second, third, and fourth scream…

Abigail looked up, bewildered at the chaotic class. Staring at the tall, handsome man at the door, she thought she was hallucinating.

Why would her senior suddenly appear in their class?

Jeffrey met Abigail’s eyes and smiled warmly before walking up to the podium amid the chorus of screams. “Hello, everyone, I’m Jeffrey Foster, your temporary class advisor. It’s my first time in this role, so please bear with me.”

“Bear with you, bear with you!” Both the girls and boys responded in unison.

Only Abigail, looking puzzled at Jeffrey, knew more about the situation at Sincere Hospital than anyone. Jeffrey was so busy that he had no time for footing. Coming to Medical School to substitute was already a stretch, yet now he had to act as an advisor. What was going on?

“Here’s the situation. Your Mr. Harper had a sudden accident and needs some rest. During his absence, I will be taking over, and I hope we can have a pleasant time together.” Jeffrey’s gentle demeanor and soothing voice were like a breath of fresh air.

Everyone was overjoyed to hear this, with some even shouting, “Let Mr. Harper rest more. It’s fine.”

Hearing this, many joined the fun.

Only Abigail sat quietly, still unable to fathom why her senior would come to Medical School to replace a class advisor. It was so out of character.

Was it because he didn’t believe what she had said last time?

Or did he really just temporarily substitute for a friend?

Jeffrey, ignoring Abigail’s puzzled expression, had the class do brief self-introductions.

Abigail then learned that the well-behaved, bookish boy was named Wilson Jasper. The tall, dark boy was Ralf Harvey, nicknamed the preacher. He supposedly read her fortune the day before after the opening ceremony. The ponytailed girl was Sally Hood.

Another unexpected person was Davis Hudson.

Mona had once mentioned him as Master Hudson.

Abigail had nearly forgotten about him; she never expected him to be a Medical School student. Watching his grey hair, Abigail could hardly imagine him as a surgeon. She felt he was more suited to wield a machete.

Davis clearly saw her too, yet acted as if he didn’t know her, sitting obediently in his seat like a puppy. However, compared to Wilson, his demeanor was oddly mismatched.

Abigail silently rolled her eyes.

After the introductions, the classroom buzzed with chatter again.

Since it was the first day of school, there were no formal classes. Jeffrey continued using the previous year’s class committee members for Class 02, who then arranged the upcoming study schedule. He then looked at Abigail. “Abigail, please come to my office for a moment.”

Everyone held their breath, gazing at Abigail, especially the girls who were envious, wishing they could transform into her.

But Abigail felt a bit awkward. She had lied to her senior at the museum that day; she didn’t know if he had believed her. She had a nagging feeling that his presence at Medical School was no coincidence.

But if it wasn’t a coincidence, then why?