Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 771: Your Son is Fascinated by Our Abigail

Eva originally had no intention of eavesdropping. She walked over there unintentionally and planned to leave upon hearing noises but accidentally overheard Hayden’s name. She couldn’t help but listen.

The more she listened, the more confused she got. Why was Clara talking to Abigail about Hayden and asking Abigail to forgive her?

Finally, Clara asked Abigail if she disliked him. Was "him" referring to Hayden?

What right did Abigail have to dislike her brother?

Eva was still dumbfounded when she returned to her room. Her mind was full of wild guesses, making her frown more and more. Unable to figure it out, she decided to stop thinking about it altogether. The pain in her chest became more prominent. She tried to ignore it and looked down at the materials her son had thrown to her last time.

They were covered in stains. She had originally thrown them away but eventually picked them up again. However, she never had the courage to open them. Holding the corner of the materials, the pain in her body made her grip tighter.

But ultimately, she still didn’t dare to open them.

...

The Rose Garden.

After chatting, Clara felt a sense of relief all over her body. Her face, always full of worry, cleared up like clouds dispersing, revealing her originally cheerful demeanor. She even cut a few roses along the way.

The estate at night, with all the lights on, was no less beautiful than during the day. The floral scent was even more intense. Walking there was like wandering in a Studio Ghibli anime.

Abigail pushed Clara, who was holding the roses, and seeing the childlike smile on the other’s face, she felt rare happiness.

Up ahead, Teddy finally finished playing and remembered his mom was behind him. He turned around and ran clumsily on the cobblestone road, calling out "Mommy, Mommy," with Aunt Claudia chasing worriedly behind him.

Before he could get close, Clara held him in place.

The little guy looked up at Clara, his little face beaming, "Grandma, Grandma..."

Clara’s heart melted when her grandson called her, and she held his small hand, "Teddy, take Grandma home, okay?"

"Mommy, Mommy..."

"Yes, we need to take Mommy too," Clara laughed.

Teddy felt understood and was overjoyed, his little face all smiles. He raised his small hand for Abigail to hold.

Abigail, one hand pushing the wheelchair and the other holding Teddy, the three generations walked slowly in the summer estate.

Brandon, done with his work, came over to pick up Abigail and saw this scene. He walked over, taking Teddy from Abigail’s hand and lifting him up.

Although his dad often seemed to be annoying, being held in his dad’s arms made Teddy very happy, giggling.

His laughter made the others laugh involuntarily in turn.

The group walked towards the main house. After Abigail sent Clara to her room, Brandon had already handed Teddy to Aunt Claudia by the time she went upstairs. He leaned lazily against Abigail’s door frame in a light gray loungewear. His hair was casually falling on his forehead, making him look like a young college student.

His look was really captivating.

Seeing him like this, Abigail’s heart fluttered slightly. She pretended to be indifferent and approached him, "What are you doing here?"

Brandon acted as if she had asked the obvious but still answered earnestly, "Waiting for you."

"Oh, it’s late. Get some rest," Abigail replied, pushing the door to enter, but Brandon grabbed her wrist. She turned back and pretended not to understand, "Hmm?"

"To my room or yours?" Brandon asked bluntly, giving Abigail no room to struggle.

A pink hue appeared on Abigail’s face. This man acted like they were having an affair.

"Hmm?" Seeing Abigail silent, Brandon leaned down and hummed next to her ear, his handsome face almost touching hers.

Abigail felt like he was seducing her!

"Did you forget the agreement we made before you went abroad?" Abigail thought she needed to remain reserved; otherwise, this man would think she was easy to bully.

"I remember," Brandon answered straightforwardly. But as soon as Abigail sighed in relief, he leaned in again, "Can we advance it a bit? I miss you a lot, baby."

Abigail, "..."

Was this man confined by the judicial department for seven days or sent to learn sweet talk from male hosts in a night club for a week?

Besides, he was facing judicial prosecution now, with less than ten days before the court session. Why wasn’t he figuring out how to clear his name but was instead full of lewd ideas?

Complaining aside, she really couldn’t resist. When Brandon picked her up and carried her to his room, Abigail didn’t even struggle until she was thrown onto the big black bed. She then vaguely remembered, did she agree to this?

But it was too late, regardless of whether she agreed or not.

When Brandon pressed down on her, he didn’t give her any time to rethink. He showered her with intense kisses.

"Umm..." As Abigail drifted off to sleep, she finally understood what Brandon meant by "Miss you a lot."

With his hoarse voice, Brandon held the soft woman in his arms and softly called her name, "Abigail, Abigail..."

Annoyed by his calling, Abigail turned over. The man’s long arm reached over and encircled her entire body. In a daze, she muttered, "Pervert."

Brandon, the pervert, didn’t feel guilty at all.

The next day.

When Abigail woke up, the sun was already high in the sky. The curtains were half-drawn, and the sunlight spilled onto half of the bed. She happened to be sleeping in the shadowed part. Turning her head, she saw the other side of the bed was empty. She frowned and weakly got up to freshen up.

When she came out of her room, it was already 10:10. The others had finished breakfast long ago. Aunt Claudia and Kelly had taken Teddy and Tate to play in the estate. The old man followed them. When Abigail went downstairs, she only saw Clara reading some documents in the living room. When she saw Abigail coming down, she raised an eyebrow teasingly.

Abigail, "..."

She felt like everyone knew something.

"I was busy last night, so I slept a bit late," Abigail felt she had to explain, especially to her mom.

"Oh, pull up your collar," Clara said, looking at her daughter, who obviously had a guilty conscience.

Abigail remembered she was wearing a turtleneck, but Clara’s words made her check herself. The collar was fine, but she realized she didn’t pay attention to her neck while freshening up.

Even though she considered herself mentally strong, Abigail’s face turned red.

She cursed the man who did bad things last night. She kept a calm facade, trying to bluff her way through.

Before she could think of an explanation, Eva, who had been standing outside, walked in and glanced at Abigail’s neck with a haughty look, her tone sarcastic, "I wondered how you won over my son. Turns out you just used your body."

The atmosphere in the living room changed instantaneously. Abigail frowned and was about to retort, but Clara glanced at her and then spoke slowly, "Oh, that’s right. Your son just loves our Abigail’s body. Even when she weighed 200 pounds, he admired her so much. I wonder who he inherited that taste from. Tsk, tsk."

Eva, "..."

Abigail, "..." Wasn’t that a bit too much?