Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 462 - The Rubbish Inside My Head is You
Chapter 462: Chapter 462: The Rubbish Inside My Head is You
Chapter 462: Chapter 462: The Rubbish Inside My Head is You
“Abigail,” a gentle male voice softly called out her name, the tone low and tinged with a trace of grievance.
Abigail was very annoyed. What did he have to be aggrieved about?
She was the one who should feel aggrieved.
“I know our engagement was forced out of necessity, and I am well aware that I fall short of your standards. If you have other thoughts, I can understand and accept them,” Abigail took a deep breath, trying to keep her tone calm and composed.
In her previous life, she despised those who lost their dignity over love and didn’t want to fall to that level herself.
Brandon Piers had just learned many ways to make women happy, but before he could process and use them, Abigail’s words scattered his thoughts. What did she mean by forced out of necessity? What did she mean by falling short of his standards? What other thoughts did she think he had?
What on earth was going on in this fat girl’s head?!
His previously anxious and worried heart was instantly replaced by anger. He grabbed Abigail, spinning her around to face him. “Abigail Green, do you have garbage in your head?!”
Suddenly insulted, Abigail was also furious. Her eyes widened, “What’s in my head is none of your business!”
She had come out late at night just to worry about him and wanted to apologize. But what did he do? He said a bunch of inexplicable things and then came to the nightclub to have fun. She tried to talk to him sincerely, giving him freedom and power, and he repaid her by insulting her. What on earth did she ever do to him?
Abigail’s straightforward mind simply couldn’t comprehend the man’s logic and felt he was utterly unreasonable.
How could someone who made mistakes have such a righteous attitude?
“You say it’s none of my business?” Brandon laughed in anger. “Are you the mother of my child? Are you my fiancée?”
“I am the mother of your child and your fiancée. So what? Can you control what’s in my head? Even if I think of garbage, that garbage is you!” Abigail looked at the man’s handsome face and shouted at him, laced with a bitterness she hadn’t noticed herself.
Brandon was stunned for a moment. Just as he opened his mouth to say something, he saw Abigail turn and walk away briskly.
Abigail really hated herself at that moment, losing control, being irritable, and controlled by emotions. The closest person in her life was her grandfather, but she had spent her life resisting the emotional imprint he left on her.
Yet, at this moment, Abigail realized she had failed.
Unconsciously, she had become like her grandfather.
Irritable, easily angered, and withdrawn. In her previous life, she could use the reputation of a genius to cover these flaws, using her aloofness to keep herself away from the crowd, maintaining a safe distance, presenting the world with an image of a smart, wise, and powerful Dr. Smith.
But in this life, she was fat, had average educational qualifications, and although she had extraordinary skills, she was still seen as a fat person who elicited sympathy, and even more so, an unwed mother.
What did she have? What right did she have to make Brandon Piers like her and be loyal to her?
Even when she was Dr. Smith, she couldn’t demand love from Jeffrey Foster, let alone now.
For the first time since her rebirth, Abigail fell into boundless insecurity and an emotional quagmire, wanting to walk away quickly and distance herself from the man behind her.
Love was too terrifying. It made her unlike herself.
But the next moment, her wrist was grabbed by the man again.
Abigail was infuriated and tried to shake off the man forcefully. “Brandon Piers! Let me go.”
“No!” the resolute male voice sounded in Abigail’s ear. Only then did she realize that Brandon had not only not let her go but had also pulled her into his arms.
The man was very tall, with a broad chest. No matter how fat she was, she appeared somewhat petite in his embrace.
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Abigail felt the warmth from Brandon Piers, raising her head in puzzlement. “What do you want?”
“Repeat what you just said,” Brandon looked at Abigail.
“Which part?” Abigail was baffled by his logic.
“The part about what’s in your head,” Brandon guided.
Abigail tried to recall it. “What’s in my head?”
“The sentence after that.”
Abigail was stunned, looking at the man quizzically. She realized how close they were and, after struggling a bit to no avail, awkwardly repeated, “Can you control what’s in my head? Even if I think of garbage, that garbage is you…”
She knew it was an unpleasant thing to say, but what was wrong with this man that he needed her to repeat it?
Brandon, however, smiled. “So you admit that the person in your mind is me?”
Abigail was stunned by the question, frowning at the man in front of her. This wasn’t what she expected. Shouldn’t he be angry?
No, she was the one who was angry now. But what did his words mean?
Ignoring Abigail, who was a bit dumbfounded, Brandon looked at her puffed-up face and said, “So you’re jealous, right?”
Abigail was taken aback, feeling awkward. “I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”
Was she jealous just now? She didn’t know she was jealous. How could she possibly be jealous!
“Admit it, little fatty. You stormed off and said all those senseless things because you were jealous.” Abigail’s rebuttal didn’t affect Brandon’s good mood. He was already certain that she was jealous.
Right now, Abigail couldn’t stand being called a little fatty, especially when thinking of the slender woman who had been sitting on the man’s lap in the private room. Her face turned dark, “What’s wrong with being fat? You keep calling me a little fatty, what’s a fatty done to you?!”
“Haha, still saying you’re not jealous. It was a misunderstanding earlier. She was Noel Roberts’ companion, and what you saw was an accident.” Brandon explained with a smile.
Abigail was stunned. Was this man explaining the situation earlier to her?
Naturally, she wouldn’t think that a man like Brandon Piers would lie to her, nor did he have to. But his explanation made her feel as if she had been unreasonable. Immediately, she felt even more embarrassed and turned her head away, avoiding looking at him. She was both angry and ashamed, but the bitterness in her heart dissipated, replaced by an inexplicable sweetness.
Abigail thought of a saying, “A thought in heaven, a thought in hell.”
Like herself at this moment.
Brandon, however, suddenly lowered his head, bringing his lips close to her ear. “Do you know what you look like right now?”
Abigail ignored him, only feeling the hot air spreading over her earlobe, almost making her burn up.
Then she heard Brandon’s self-satisfied voice. “You look just like an angry pufferfish.”
In her mind, Abigail immediately visualized what an angry pufferfish looked like. With her bright black eyes widened, she glared at the man, annoyed, “You still think I’m fat!”
“I don’t,” Brandon denied smoothly.
“Yes, you do!”
“No. I meant to say you’re cute,” Brandon looked at the pouting girl, smiling happily.
Abigail didn’t believe him, “Men only say a woman is cute when she’s not pretty.”
“Well, when you put it that way, all women in front of me are quite cute,” Brandon replied thoughtfully.
Abigail scoffed lightly. Did this man still have any shame?
But after her Tsukkomi, she realized, weren’t they supposed to be fighting?
