Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife Chapter 595

Chapter 595: Chapter 595: Would You Believe It If You Were The Young Mistress? Chapter 595: Chapter 595: Would You Believe It If You Were The Young Mistress? Abigail lay entirely on top of Brandon Piers, thinking that he had woken up deliberately, feeling somewhat annoyed. But when she raised her eyes, she saw the man still had his eyes closed, and his body was burning hot.

That first glance at his stunningly handsome face in front of her turned her annoyance into embarrassment.

She had never been this close to her senior brother.

Worse still, Abigail found the scene in front of her strangely familiar, as if something similar had happened before.

“Abigail…”

Abigail, feeling a mixture of emotions, removed the man's hand, hearing the person in the stupor softly call her name.

His voice was hoarse and dry, inexplicably making one feel heartache.

Abigail felt even more guilty; she shouldn't have spoken so bluntly yesterday.

There were some matters that could be delayed, while others simply couldn't.

In her view, what this handsome man couldn't forget should be the original owner, not her. They could have a child like Teddy, which showed they must have been deeply in love.

Unfortunately, this body had been occupied by her.

Abigail couldn't help but think of the message in her hand. Hypnosis?

Sighing deeply, Abigail decided not to think about those messy things, first getting off Brandon's body. Her hand accidentally touched the man's abdominal muscles, and a suspicious flush appeared on her face that had become beautifully animated after shedding excess fat.

Whew!

Abigail lightly patted her own face, trying to calm down, and then continued to physically lower Brandon's body temperature.

When the man's body temperature finally dropped, Abigail withdrew the silver needle. She had seen yesterday that the man's sleep quality was poor, his body overburdened, and his emotions depressed, which was why he got drunk and fell ill. Acupuncture was administered to improve his sleep.

An hour later, the man on the bed finally slept more soundly, and his temperature dropped significantly, only then did Abigail stand up.

Coming out, she saw Juliet Rosa playing with Teddy at Brandon Piers' door.

The little guy, nearly eleven months old, had a strong desire to walk. He was using Juliet as support, moving forward step by step. Suddenly, he saw Abigail and instantly stretched out a small hand: “Mama, hug.”

Abigail stepped forward to pick up the little guy. “Lazybones, you just walked a bit, and now you want to be hugged?”

“Hug.” Teddy, unable to detect his mother's disdain, was happy moving around in Abigail's arms upon hearing the word “hug.”

Abigail couldn't help but rub the little guy's face with her nose. “Alright, alright, hug, hug, hug.”

Teddy immediately became even happier.

Juliet, watching from the side, couldn't help but sigh at the wonders of blood relations and Teddy's intelligence. The little guy, although not very articulate, was smarter than anyone else. Otherwise, how could he have recognized his mother at a glance?

Yet she had been blind for this whole month.

“Madam, it's getting late. Why not stay for lunch here? You could also look after the second young master if something comes up.” Juliet tentatively asked.

Abigail felt uncomfortable with the title “Madam” and knew what Juliet was up to. “No need, he'll be fine. But his body is too exhausted, he needs to rest for a few days. If you take good care of him, there won't be any issues.”

Saying that, Abigail went downstairs with Teddy in her arms.

Juliet regretfully looked at Alex, who came out from the corner. “Do you really think Madam wouldn't want the second young master? What will happen to him then?”

“You ask me, who do I ask?” Alex replied bitterly.

Afternoon.

Reports followed from Jeffrey Foster's subordinates that he and Madam would be holding a wedding ceremony.

Alex, hearing this news, felt struck by lightning. What should be done!

He anxiously glanced at the second young master's room, just as Brandon Piers finally woke up.

“Second young master, how are you feeling now?” Alex asked with concern.

Brandon frowned. “What happened to me?”

“You don't know? You had a fever after getting drunk last night, your temperature reached thirty-nine degrees. Fortunately, we…” Alex initially wanted to say they had called Madam, but recalling the subordinate's report, if Madam truly decided to proceed with the wedding with Dean Foster, mentioning Madam more would only add to the second young master's melancholy.

“Fortunately, what?” Brandon keenly asked. Unsure if it was the fever making him groggy or the severity of his illness, he felt as if Abigail had been here.

“Fortunately, we brought a private doctor.” Alex changed his words.

The light in Brandon's eyes dimmed. So, he had been confused by his illness; why would Abigail come to care for him at a time like this?

With a self-mocking smile, he nodded, went to the dining room to have something simple to eat, and returned to the room.

From Australia to Asia and then Europe, plus a month of relentless searching on the island, he hadn't properly rested for a long time. Earlier, the thought of finding Abigail had kept him going, but after hearing her words yesterday and getting drunk, he suddenly felt particularly exhausted, devoid of any strength, and drowsy.

After Brandon lay down again, Alex closed the door. Juliet, confused, asked, “Why didn't you tell the second young master that Madam was taking care of him this morning?”

“Why not tell?” Alex repeated sarcastically, then shared the subordinate's report with Juliet. “Madam plans to proceed with the wedding with Jeffrey Foster, set for a week later.”

Juliet stiffened. “How can that be?”

“What else could it be? Madam doesn't remember the second young master. It's really…” Alex wanted to say something about Abigail but stopped, thinking that since she didn't remember the second young master, marrying the man she liked for ten years wasn't unusual.

“Can't we tell Madam the truth?” Juliet hastily asked.

“If you were Madam, would you believe it?” Alex countered.

Juliet was shocked. She had only recently learned about the love and hatred between the second young master, Madam, and Dean Foster, including some confidential matters. Without the facts before her, she wouldn't have believed any of it. It would have seemed like a fairy tale.

Now that Madam didn't remember the second young master, telling her the truth would sound like a story full of holes!

How could Madam believe it?

Juliet shook her head painfully, then couldn't help but ask, “Is there any other way?”

“Unless Matsumoto changes his mind, or Madam recalls the truth, this matter remains a deadlock,” Alex sighed.

“Can't we help Madam remember?” Juliet's eyes lit up.

Alex gave Juliet a sidelong glance. “How do we make her remember?”

Alex was not optimistic about the situation.

Juliet hesitantly said, “Find a hypnotist better than Matsumoto?”

But as she said it, she realized it was unrealistic. Matsumoto was a world-class master; not just anyone could compare.

Moreover, given the current situation, it was unsafe to attempt awakening and required Madam's consent.

The two of them listlessly stood guard outside, losing interest in speaking.

Three days passed quickly, with Brandon Piers' condition finally improving. When he intended to see Teddy, Alex stopped him. “Second young master, you haven't recovered yet. The doctor said you can't be exposed to the wind.”

Brandon gave Alex a puzzled look. “Is there wind outside?”

“Yes, yes!” Juliet echoed.

Brandon saw through their guilty consciences and walked past them out of the villa, noticing the big setup in the neighboring yard. “What are they doing?”

“Second young master…”

“Speak!”

“Madam and Dean Foster are holding a wedding ceremony.” Alex wanted to bite his own tongue.

Brandon's hand trembled. “Re… really?”

Chapter end

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