Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 586: You’re Not My Type

The priest was frightened!

In his lifetime, he had officiated countless weddings, blessed numerous couples. He had seen interruptions, brides being taken, or grooms being led away, but he had never seen a fight break out directly in the church.

This was too much!

The priest’s face was full of shock. "You’re too much. This is a desecration of God!"

After saying this, he repeatedly made the sign of the cross on his chest.

Brandon Piers looked up and glanced at the priest lazily, not bothering to get up. He sat on the floor watching his son.

Jeffrey Foster, seeing this, said, "Shameless."

"Not as much as you," Brandon replied indifferently. He had found Abigail, stopped her from marrying Jeffrey. What could make him happier than that?

As for shamelessness, he didn’t care.

"You..." Jeffrey took a deep breath and looked at Abigail on the ground. "Abigail, are you okay?"

Abigail finally came to her senses. Looking at the Teddy in her arms, she apologized to her senior brother. "Sorry, I..." Her reaction was instinctual; she couldn’t bear to see Teddy get hurt.

"You don’t need to say anything. I understand," Jeffrey said warmly. He looked up at the empty church and the angry priest, feeling heartbroken. This was the wedding he had meticulously prepared for Abigail, and now it was all ruined. The one responsible was still laughing there. He took a deep breath and suppressed his emotions. "Abigail, let’s go home. As long as you’re by my side, there’s no rush about the wedding."

Abigail nodded. Although her heart was filled with doubts, she trusted her senior brother more than Brandon, who would ruin a wedding and use a child as leverage. How good could he really be?

What a waste of a pretty face.

Brandon was stunned. The next moment, he saw Abigail get up and shove Teddy into his arms. "Although I don’t know where Teddy came from, I think neither your appearance nor your style is my type. I hope you will restrain yourself in the future, Mr. Brandon."

After saying this, Abigail took Jeffrey’s hand and walked out of the church.

Jeffrey felt like he was in a dream, holding Abigail’s hand. He had prepared himself for being abandoned; he thought she would go with Brandon. He didn’t expect her to say he wasn’t her type. A heart encased in ice suddenly melted.

At this moment, he felt everything he had done was worth it.

But the warmth was fleeting, and his heart ached uncontrollably. This was what Abigail was like when she liked someone, giving them unconditional trust and support.

He had once had her pure love but hadn’t cherished it, and now he could only steal it through deception.

What if Abigail regained her memory?

Looking at his hand held by Abigail, Jeffrey felt both happy and sorrowful.

Brandon couldn’t believe his eyes, watching Abigail leave with Jeffrey. His handsome face gradually crumbled. "Why?"

Jeffrey heard this, turned back to look at Brandon on the ground, and said, "Not as much as me."

Brandon was first stunned, then laughed angrily. He looked at Teddy, who was staring at him with innocent eyes. "Son, your mom doesn’t want us anymore."

"Mommy, mommy..." Teddy struggled to crawl toward Abigail’s retreating figure, still wanting his mom.

Abigail heard Brandon’s words and Teddy’s cries of "mommy." Her body stiffened momentarily before she continued walking.

The flowers outside were still there, but the guests had all left.

In the cool wind of late February, Abigail’s body shivered involuntarily. She felt as if something was about to change. Jeffrey hurriedly took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders.

Abigail turned and smiled at her senior brother. "I’m fine."

Jeffrey’s heart ached, and he couldn’t help but squeeze Abigail’s hand tightly. "Abigail, I..."

"Let’s talk about it later. Didn’t we order food from the restaurant to be sent to the farm? Let’s have the restaurant deliver it to each house as an apology," Abigail interrupted Jeffrey. Although she had just rebuked that handsome man, her doubts hadn’t been dispelled; instead, they had grown larger.

Teddy was like a big bug, making it impossible for her to ignore this matter.

"Okay." Jeffrey nodded in agreement.

At this time, Alex, who had escorted the guests, bowed respectfully to Abigail. "Hello, Mrs. Foster."

The others quickly followed, "Hello, Mrs. Foster."

Abigail paused, looking at the row of men standing there. She frowned. "Are you going to stop us?"

"We wouldn’t dare." Alex immediately made way, and the others followed suit, making a path for Abigail and Jeffrey. They hadn’t received any orders from Brandon to stop Mrs. Foster and didn’t dare to do so.

Alex’s behavior took Abigail by surprise. She glanced at the mixed-blood man who spoke excellent Chinese, then left with Jeffrey.

After they left, Alex rushed into the church. "Second Young Master, Mrs. Foster left with Dean Foster. Are you really not going to stop them?"

"How would I stop them?" Brandon held Teddy and mumbled.

Alex, "..." How would I know?

"Have someone follow Foster. Don’t let him take Abigail out of this village," Brandon felt very angry. Especially when he thought of Abigail’s words, "you’re not my type," he felt like he was going to explode. After snapping at Alex, he took a deep breath and gave orders.

"Understood." Alex quickly responded, then turned to instruct others to keep an eye on Jeffrey.

Brandon then looked at Juliet Rosa, who was sitting on a chair like a quail. After a long while, he squeezed out two words, "Stupid, blind."

Juliet, "..."

Was it her fault? Abigail looked so different from the photo. One hundred thirty-eight pounds versus ninety-six pounds. They didn’t even look like the same person. Moreover, they said that Mrs. Foster’s most significant features were being fat and pale, but who knew she had tanned so much...

Juliet bowed her head, feeling wronged but also recognizing her foolishness. She stood aside with a guilty conscience.

Alex looked at her sympathetically, gave her a look that said "good luck," and followed Brandon out.

In Brandon’s arms, Teddy blinked his big round eyes. "Daddy, mommy..."

Brandon looked at his son. "Whether our family can reunite depends on you."

The eleven-month-old Teddy had no idea he had been given such a heavy responsibility at a young age. He absent-mindedly put his little hand in his mouth, feeling genuinely hungry.

Juliet hurriedly replaced the cold milk formula with a fresh bottle and handed it to little Teddy. Sensing Brandon’s gaze, she forced a smile and tried to stay composed, not letting herself be intimidated to the point of kneeling.

She now felt that Brandon’s aura was terrifying. How had she ever been dazzled by his looks?

Meanwhile, Abigail, walking ahead with Jeffrey, sensed people following them. She turned to see the bodyguards who hadn’t stopped them but were following them now. Her expression changed slightly. "What do you want?"