Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 583: Abigail, don’t you want me to be with Teddy anymore?
Chapter 583: Chapter 583: Abigail, don’t you want me to be with Teddy anymore?
"Mama, Mama..."
The childish voice was quickly drowned out by the music. Abigail, who was holding onto Jeffrey Foster’s arm, did not hear it.
Brandon Piers, on the other hand, felt displeased with his son’s behavior of randomly calling someone "Mama." His displeasure extended to the woman his son was addressing. He glanced at her coldly and pressed his son’s head back.
Then, he picked up the bottle that had fallen on the ground. Suddenly, he stopped moving.
Juliet Rosa, seeing her second young master become motionless all of a sudden as if he had been turned off like a machine, felt worried. "Second young master, second young master... are you alright? Are you feeling unwell?"
Brandon did not speak. As if moving in slow motion, he turned his head back again.
Abigail vaguely heard Teddy calling her. She turned her head and saw an incredibly handsome and striking face. She quickly realized that he must be Teddy’s father and smiled politely in acknowledgment.
Brandon, confronted with this faintly polite smile, looked back without any expression and continued to sit completely still.
Juliet Rosa, puzzled, glanced back at Abigail. This time, she not only saw Abigail but also clearly saw her husband. She felt as if she had been struck by lightning and quickly pulled out her phone to send a message to Alex. "Alex, can you send me another photo of Dean Foster? I think I just saw him."
Alex had just settled Aunt Claudia when he saw Juliet’s message and immediately asked, "Send me your location."
Juliet’s hand trembled as she sent Alex her location and couldn’t help but urge him, "Send a photo of Dean Foster first."
She could hardly believe it. If it were true, she had been brushing shoulders with Dean Foster for a whole month. And Kiyoko might be... the young lady...
At this thought, Juliet couldn’t help but shake her head. She had been with Kiyoko for so long. How could Kiyoko be the young lady? Besides, Kiyoko only had a slight resemblance to the young lady...
A slight resemblance?
Juliette trembled as she turned to look at the second young master, seeing him still sitting quietly, motionless. She gritted her teeth, "Second... second young master, is Miss Kiyoko the... young lady? And the man beside her looks like Dean Foster."
Brandon thought he must have gone mad with longing for Abigail; otherwise, how could he produce such an illusion? But upon hearing Juliet’s words, he finally turned his attention to the man Abigail was holding onto.
Although four months had passed, the man had become darker and thinner, but it was unmistakably Jeffrey Foster.
The man he wished he could tear apart in his dreams.
So the woman beside him... was Abigail?
Brandon turned his head again, his gaze falling on Abigail. Compared to his earlier disbelief and confusion, his narrow amber eyes were now filled with an intense and uncontrollable longing.
Four months. She had been away from him for four whole months.
And she had just smiled at him, with a face full of unfamiliar politeness.
She no longer recognized him and had no idea how he had endured these four months.
His dear Abigail had become thinner and darker, but still so beautiful.
Truly beautiful.
The pure white wedding dress, a fishtail design that accentuated her figure perfectly, made her look slender and tall. Her shapely waist and protruding hips created a stunning contrast. The V-neck and off-shoulder design revealed proportionate arms, and under the white veil and her thick black hair, her skin peeked through, hinting at the graceful contours of her shoulder blades.
Her skin had tanned to a light honey color, but this did not detract from her beauty today. Her eyes, now larger and brighter due to her weight loss, shone with a delicate spring light in this setting.
With just one glance, she was so breathtakingly beautiful that it was impossible to look away.
His once chubby bride had finally slimmed down completely in his absence. She no longer needed oversized, high-waisted wedding dresses to hide her figure, nor did she have to endure the pitying, disdainful, or sympathetic gazes of others. But why did his heart hurt so much?
Brandon looked at the beautiful and outstanding Abigail, and his heart ached uncontrollably. His face grew even paler, but his gaze remained fixed on Abigail, unwavering.
The intense, undisguised gaze made Abigail uncomfortable as she walked past. She turned her head and met the man’s intense and almost devouring eyes, causing her to frown involuntarily.
Jeffrey Foster, walking side by side with Abigail, did not notice what was happening. He was firmly focused on the fact that they were about to become a true married couple.
For this day, he had worked tirelessly for a month, leaving early and returning late, all to create the most beautiful memory for Abigail and running to every corner of Durin for the perfect dress.
But seeing how beautiful Abigail was in the dress made him feel it was all worth it.
Immersed in happiness, Jeffrey Foster sensed Abigail’s unease beside him and asked worriedly, "What’s wrong?"
He followed her gaze.
The next moment, Jeffrey froze, staring blankly at Brandon Piers who was looking at him.
Jeffrey felt as if he had been doused with a bucket of ice water in winter, making him feel cold and stiff. How did Brandon get here? When did he arrive? Why didn’t he know...
He had been too happy this past month, filled with joy that Abigail had agreed to marry him. He was entirely focused on creating beautiful memories for her, forgetting everything else.
But didn’t Brandon believe Abigail was dead?
How did he arrive so quickly!
"Senior brother, what’s wrong?" Abigail stopped halfway and turned back worriedly when she noticed her senior brother was not moving.
Jeffrey opened his mouth and replied with difficulty, "I... I’m fine."
He couldn’t lose his composure.
After speaking, Jeffrey continued to walk forward with Abigail as usual, though the chapel, which was not large, suddenly felt too long. Why was this path so long?
Brandon looked at Jeffrey who had regained his composure after the initial shock, and then at Abigail, who was full of concern for Jeffrey. He felt as if his heart was being pierced by thousands of arrows.
The worst possible outcome he had imagined had still come true.
He closed his eyes tightly, and when he opened them again, his gaze was resolute. He released his mischievous son from his arms.
The next moment, the little boy, like a small leopard, crawled toward Abigail as fast as he could. "Mama, Mama..."
Jeffrey’s nerves were taut, and he fixed his gaze on Teddy. He hadn’t expected Brandon to be so despicable as to bring his child.
This time, Abigail heard Teddy’s voice. Looking down at the little boy crawling towards her, she looked at Juliet Rosa in confusion, as if asking why she didn’t come and take the child away.
Juliet, knowing the grave mistake she had made, shrank back in her chair and gave Abigail an awkward smile.
Abigail was utterly baffled and was about to pick up Teddy when Jeffrey Foster held her back. "Abigail, we’re having a wedding."
He then glanced at Kimura.
Kimura was about to pick up Teddy, but a long arm reached out before him and scooped Teddy up. Kimura looked up at the owner of the arm.
Brandon Piers, holding Teddy, ignored the older man and fixed his amber gaze on Abigail. His voice was hoarse and low, "Abigail, do you no longer want me and Teddy?"
