Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 593 Abigail, I was wrong, don’t leave......

Chapter 593: Chapter 593 Abigail, I was wrong, don’t leave......

Brandon Piers didn’t know how he got back. His entire being exuded a gloomy aura.

Alex followed behind him, not daring to speak.

He didn’t understand what had happened. Why did the Second Young Master, who was in a good mood before, become like this after going in?

What did the Young Madam say to the Second Young Master?

Seeing the Second Young Master like this, Alex felt worried and wanted to follow him, but the Second Young Master went into the villa and directly locked himself in the room.

Alex looked at the tightly closed door. What should he do?

Inside the room, Brandon Piers slumped onto the sofa in despair.

Abigail’s words echoed repeatedly in his mind. Since they had broken up, it meant they were indeed not suitable. Since they had broken up... broken up...

During the days when he couldn’t find Abigail, he regretted every night saying "break up" to her.

After finding her, hearing her say in person, "We have broken up."

It was like the knife he had stabbed into someone else’s heart was returned to him, and the pain doubled.

Brandon Piers felt that all the failures in his life were probably because of Abigail.

When they were together, he was insanely jealous of Jeffrey Foster, thinking she couldn’t let go of that man. When they were apart, he finally confirmed that the person Abigail truly loved was him. Their relationship never involved anyone else; it was only his suspicion.

Now that he had let go of his heart’s knots, her one sentence, "Since we have broken up, it means we are indeed not suitable," sentenced him to death.

Just now, Jeffrey Foster said Abigail didn’t love him. She chose him because he was the safest option for her.

The safest option...

Wasn’t it? Jeffrey Foster’s love never lost to his. It withstood the test of time.

And him? He personally lost his chubby girl.

"Heh heh..." Brandon Piers chuckled sarcastically. He was really so self-righteous.

He thought Abigail would always love him, forgetting that the hurt had been done. Even if she forgot everything, it didn’t mean the hurt never existed.

After laughing, Brandon Piers got up and opened a bottle of wine for himself. Only when the bitter wine went down his throat did he feel less miserable.

When he found out Abigail was taken away by Jeffrey Foster, he never abandoned himself like this because, at that time, he had hope. But now? He didn’t even have a trump card.

"Heh heh..."

Knock, knock, knock, knock...

The Second Young Master didn’t come out all night. He didn’t even eat dinner. Alex, worried, knocked on the door.

But after knocking for a long time without any response, Alex, still worried, pushed the door open. There he saw the usually elegant and dignified man drunk on the floor, with several empty wine bottles on the cabinet.

Alex panicked. Seeing the Second Young Master’s pale face, he instinctively checked his breath. When he found out that he was still breathing, his heart finally steadied. "Second Young Master, I’ll have someone brew some sobering soup for you. Your body can’t take this kind of abuse."

"Abigail, I was wrong. Don’t go..." Brandon Piers said, grabbing Alex.

Alex’s heart was tight. He, a straight man, couldn’t handle seeing the Second Young Master like this. He swallowed hard. "Second Young Master, please wake up. I’m not the Young Madam."

"Abigail, don’t go..."

Alex felt he was going crazy. After much effort to pull the Second Young Master’s hand off his clothes, he arranged for the kitchen to brew the soup and pretended to be the Young Madam to coax the Second Young Master into drinking it and falling asleep.

After he finished all this, Alex was drenched in sweat. He thought for a moment and then sent a message to the Young Madam with the number he found today: "Young Madam, I know Dean Foster had you hypnotized to forget the Second Young Master. But you can’t hurt the Second Young Master just because you don’t remember. The Second Young Master has just undergone heart surgery. If you keep doing this, he won’t make it."

After thinking it over, Alex made the last sentence even more severe: "You are killing him."

Knock, knock, knock, knock...

Abigail had just put Teddy to sleep when she heard the knock. She called out, "Come in," and Jeffrey Foster pushed the door open and entered. "Abigail, are you okay?"

"I’m fine." Abigail’s expression had already returned to normal.

Jeffrey Foster looked at Abigail’s indifferent face and found it difficult to speak, but he knew this was his last chance. "Abigail..."

"Hmm?" Abigail lowered her voice, her gaze questioning.

"Uncle Kimura asked if we should reschedule our wedding. He picked a good day. The church can’t be used, but we can hold a small one at the farm. A band came to the village, and they can bring some fun." Jeffrey Foster looked at the sleeping Teddy, speaking softly and cautiously.

He was really afraid, afraid Abigail would refuse him.

Although he told Brandon Piers that he wouldn’t lose because he was Abigail’s safest choice.

But nothing in this world was absolute, so he had to strike while the iron was hot, to settle the wedding while Abigail was still most resentful of Brandon Piers.

He needed to do this while everything was still possible, to cement Abigail’s decision.

And by rescheduling the wedding, he would ensure there was no room for regret.

He knew he was being despicable and selfish. But in this world, there was nothing else he cared about. Abigail was the only person he wanted to love and protect wholeheartedly.

So, compared to being called despicable and selfish, he feared losing her more.

No one in this world understood the pain and despair of loss better than he did.

Abigail didn’t expect her senior to ask her this. She looked at him in a daze, understanding that he was pushing her to make a decision.

This wasn’t the senior she knew, but she understood his reasons.

He was afraid, afraid of losing her...

This realization made Abigail feel safe.

Perhaps this was her destiny, her life. After going around in circles, the person she chose in the end would still be her senior. So, did anything else matter?

Did sooner or later matter?

It was all the same result.

"Alright, you decide." When Abigail said this, for some reason, Brendan Piers’s pale face kept appearing in her mind. She forced herself not to think about it, making her voice sound even more determined.

Jeffrey Foster waited a long time without hearing Abigail’s response. Disappointment began to show in his eyes. But at the last moment, he heard her answer. His face, which had started to look gloomy, lit up again with joy. "Then, let’s do it in a week. Uncle Kimura said it’s a good day. I’ll handle the preparations. You get some rest."

Abigail was stunned, watching her senior’s retreating figure. After a while, she realized he had come prepared.

She found it a bit funny and bitter. She reached out and pinched her own face. "Abigail, since you’ve already made a decision, don’t regret it. Your senior is the most suitable person for you. To be loved wholeheartedly by someone like him, you should be content."

Beep!

Just as Abigail finished speaking, her phone beeped. It was a message from an unknown number. She opened it and saw, "Young Madam, I know Dean Foster had you hypnotized to forget the Second Young Master. But you can’t hurt the Second Young Master just because you don’t remember. The Second Young Master has just undergone heart surgery. If you keep doing this, he won’t make it."

Hypnotized?

Staring at the message on her phone, Abigail’s mouth opened slightly. Was she hypnotized by her senior?