Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife Chapter 497

Chapter 497: Chapter 497 Why did you study medicine? Chapter 497: Chapter 497 Why did you study medicine? Abigail was very frustrated, genuinely frustrated.

They were clearly second-year students already, so why were they so naive?

No, it wasn't that second-year students were naive, it was just her group that was naive.

Abigail seriously looked at Ralf. “Why did you study medicine?”

Ralf finally turned his dark face back, looking at Abigail with a simple and honest expression, completely devoid of any previous preacher-like demeanor. “Because my dad said studying medicine is good. You can treat illnesses, save people, and make money.”

Abigail gave a thumbs up. “Your dad is right.” She then looked at Wilson. “Why did you study medicine?”

“My grandfather was the barefoot doctor in our village. He passed away three years ago, and the village has had no doctor since. My dad decided I should study medicine and return to the village to continue my grandfather's work,” Wilson answered seriously and solemnly.

“How dutiful.” Abigail sighed, then turned to Lena. “What about you?”

“Wearing a white coat looks really cool, so I chose to major in medicine,” Lena replied without a hint of burden.

Abigail had considered that Lena's reason for studying medicine might be unreliable, but she didn't expect it to be this unreliable. She let out a deep breath. “And you?”

Davis was utterly confused. “Do you need a reason to study medicine?” Then, after some effortful thinking, he added, “I copied my classmate's choice when filling out the application form. I didn't expect to be accepted.”

Abigail was completely convinced. Looking at these two guys, who always managed to stick together despite rarely being seen in class, she thought it was true–birds of a feather flock together.

But after asking, Abigail was even more speechless, resting her head on her hand and contemplating life.

Wilson, a bit worried, poked Abigail. “Are you…are you angry?”

“No.” Abigail maintained her pose, her voice utterly flat.

“But…” Wilson hesitated, “Did you mean it just now? Do you really want to win the championship?”

“Of course.” Abigail didn't think there was anything worth doubting about that.

But hearing this, the others had more complicated expressions. They didn't expect Abigail to be this serious.

But who wouldn't want to win the championship? The only problem was how to win it.

For a moment, the atmosphere was somewhat heavy. Until school was over in the afternoon, everyone was immersed in their own emotions.

Especially Abigail and Wilson.

One was worried about how to blend these people together to achieve the best results and how to train them next. The other was, due to his personality, feeling that he didn't help Abigail much.

Back at Moon Lake Manor, after dinner and putting Teddy to sleep, Abigail was still thinking about how to quickly improve this group's skills while doing her exercise.

As a result, because she was too engrossed, she didn't hear Brandon Piers talking to her.

The man walked over, squatted in front of Abigail, looked at the woman who was doing yoga but clearly had her mind elsewhere, and poked her cheek. “What are you thinking about? You've been absent-minded all night.”

“Thinking about how to make these academic underachievers grow quickly and win the medical skills competition.” Abigail responded to Brandon without thinking.

Brandon was taken aback. “Is it that difficult?”

Abigail thought about those guys who couldn't even dissect a rabbit and nodded. “Very difficult, extremely difficult.”

“Well, why not let them intern at a hospital?” Brandon thought, what could be faster than learning in a hospital?

Hearing this, Abigail's eyes lit up. Indeed, no matter how good theoretical knowledge is, it's not as fast as practical experience. Getting this group of guys, who are afraid of everything, to learn through clinical practice would be much faster than dissecting rabbits. “But the hospital…”

“I'll arrange it,” Brandon interrupted. Piers had hospitals, didn't they? He could easily arrange some internships for these kids.

“Then it's settled. I'll follow them to make sure they don't cause trouble for the hospital.” Abigail, who had been worried all day, finally saw light through the clouds and happily told Brandon.

Brandon couldn't help but pinch Abigail's exercise-flushed cheeks. “Dummy, you can discuss anything with me in the future. What can your brain figure out?”

Abigail felt she was being looked down upon again and unhappily slapped Brandon's big hand.

But Brandon didn't let go. Abigail, both embarrassed and angry, pounced forward a bit.

Unexpectedly, she fell into Brandon's arms. Brandon, who was squatting, fell backward onto the yoga mat. Because he was holding Abigail's cheeks, she wasn't prepared and followed, rolling together to the ground.

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

Abigail didn't expect this turn of events and stared blankly at Brandon with her big red cheeks.

Brandon didn't see it coming either. His amber eyes stared unblinkingly at Abigail.

Abigail usually wore loose clothes and, being in the breastfeeding period, although she had lost a lot of weight, she still looked chubby. But now, wearing yoga clothes, her figure's assets were fully displayed.

In Brandon's long, narrow eyes, dark waves were surging.

Abigail was still a bit confused, not understanding how it turned out like this. She turned her head to look at the man beside her. His enlarged handsome face had no blemishes even up close. His eyelashes were long and dense, nose straight, lips a light pink–very attractive, but what drew her most were his eyes.

At this moment, they were looking at her, still those same eyes, yet they made Abigail's heart thump more heavily.

When they first met, this man, stepping in the evening glow, appeared in front of her like a deity. She thought they would be two parallel lines that never intersected. Who would have thought that life after rebirth would intertwine with him in every matter?

Even including her life with Dr. Smith.

She never expected to be moved by him so easily, and it was the first time she understood how wonderful and beautiful love could be.

Tick-tock, tick-tock, time passed second by second, but neither of them spoke, just staring silently at each other.

Until footsteps sounded outside; both of them tensed up. Brandon barely managed to speak. “You're crushing me.”

The usually clear voice was now tinged with a bit of hoarseness, making it even more pleasant.

Hearing it, Abigail looked down and indeed saw her leg pressing on Brandon's leg, her face instantly turning bright red. “I…I didn't do it on purpose!”

But after saying that, she was too nervous to get up, failing several times and falling back down.

“Leg…” Brandon grunted in pain.

Abigail, worried by the sound, hurriedly asked, “Are you okay?”

Brandon took a deep breath, looking at the anxious chubby face. He teased, “If you don't get up soon, you'll crush me to pieces.”

Bang!

Feeling the man's warm breath and hearing that, Abigail instantly turned as red as prawns boiled in hot water.

Full of shame and annoyance, she struggled to climb off Brandon, glaring at him angrily. The footsteps outside came closer.

Shamefaced, Abigail couldn't care about anything else and ran off, leaving Brandon behind.

Brandon looked at the escaping figure, then at his disheveled self. “Damn! Heartless brat.”

Chapter end

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