Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife Chapter 599

Chapter 599: Chapter 599 He Really Wants to Hug Her Chapter 599: Chapter 599 He Really Wants to Hug Her Brandon Piers looked at Abigail Green's expression and felt a pang of guilt deep in his heart.

He knew that in just a month, the memory-loss Abigail had formed a close bond with Teddy. But since he decided to sever the ties and let her pursue her own happiness, she might be reluctant to part with Teddy in the short term. In the long run, she would be happier.

“Earlier, I was impulsive. Please forgive me, Miss Smith.” Seeing Abigail staring at him blankly, Brandon felt a sharp pain in his heart, but he had to say the insincere words.

Listening to Brandon calling her Miss Smith again and again, Abigail's face grew paler.

Previously, when he called her Abigail repeatedly, she did not feel much. But now, hearing him call her Miss Smith over and over, she felt an indescribable pain in her heart.

She did not understand what suddenly changed in him. His attitude shifted so dramatically, and he even wanted to take Teddy away. Didn't he say she was Teddy's mommy and that the child couldn't be without his mother?

But the question that reached her lips made Abigail suddenly sober. She had no right to question him.

It was her who, from the beginning, did not admit she was his fiancee, who did not acknowledge she was Teddy's mother. Now, what position did she have to question him?

Moreover, with someone like Brandon's family background, how could he really hand over Teddy to her? She had been too naive and taken too much for granted in the past few days.

And just like she thought that day, a man like Brandon could never be a good match for her. If he could abandon the former Abigail Green once, he could abandon her twice.

If she hadn't witnessed firsthand the degree to which a man could change faces, she would have truly believed he loved her deeply!

“You don't even remember. How do you know that it wasn't you who loved me but someone else? Abigail, this is not fair.”

That morning, she had been foolish enough to make an appointment with a psychologist because of his remark, wanting to verify if she had been hypnotized, to find out if she really forgot everything about him, trying to uncover the truth…

See, this is the price of being deceived.

Abigail didn't know why she was so angry, but those fluctuating emotions made it really hard for her to control her feelings.

Fortunately, she had been used to suppressing her emotions since she was a child. That day, when she lashed out at him, it was already unusual. Now that the other person had no intention to entangle further, she wouldn't be shameless either.

Abigail swallowed the words back into her mouth, looking at Brandon with a mocking gaze. “Then I implore you, Second Young Master, not to be impulsive again in the future!”

After saying this, Abigail turned and left.

Brandon could feel Abigail's sudden disgust towards him. Watching her back as she turned away, he subconsciously reached out, but grabbed at air.

Looking up, he met Jeffrey Foster's gaze, who was waiting for Abigail in the yard. Brandon self-deprecatingly curled his lips, afraid he would regret it. He reached out to close the door, leaned his whole body against it, his face full of desolation.

He really wanted to hold her.

He had searched for her for so long. The longing tormented him day and night, but now there would never be a chance again.

“I staying here with you tonight.”

Recalling that night when she held a guitar and sang “Under Your Skin” boldly to him, Brandon only felt extreme bitterness.

They both broke their promises to each other.

It was just that she was unintentional, but he was powerless.

“Heh heh…” Wanting to cry, he ended up laughing bitterly.

Alex and Juliet Rosa were not far away, watching the Second Young Master laugh more painfully than crying. They quietly stepped aside, not daring to disturb him.

Now they hoped the Second Young Master would quickly return to his country. Maybe time would heal everything.

Outside, hearing the sound of the door closing, Abigail's face also darkened.

Jeffrey Foster stepped forward, a bit worried, “Abigail, what's wrong? Where's Teddy?”

“Nothing, he's asleep.” Abigail said this and hurried back to the villa.

Jeffrey followed, wanting to ask what happened, but Abigail had no intention of speaking further. He had to reach out and hold her back, “Abigail, no matter what, eat something.”

Abigail wanted to say she couldn't eat at all. But seeing her senior brother's concerned eyes, she could only nod in the end, feeling a bit guilty.

She said today she believed her senior brother, but actually, she secretly went to see a doctor. Now, because of someone else's coldness, she inexplicably gave her senior brother a hard time, forgetting that he was the one who cared about her most.

“Senior brother, I'm sorry,” Abigail whispered softly.

Jeffrey smiled, “We will be husband and wife in the future. There's no need to apologize to me. Not getting Teddy has upset you, I understand.”

“I…” Abigail wanted to say could they postpone the wedding, but facing her senior brother's gentle face, she found herself unable to say anything.

Never mind.

Even if they postponed it, what would it change? It would only cause more trouble.

Abigail barely ate a few bites and then returned to her room, tossing and turning all night, unable to sleep.

For the next few days, it was always like this. Even when she managed to sleep, she would wake up from nightmares and sit up in a daze until morning. When she was extremely exhausted, she couldn't distinguish who she was, and sometimes would suddenly cry in front of the mirror.

Abigail didn't know what was wrong with herself.

Sometimes, she heard a voice constantly calling out “Mommy.”

It seemed to be her, but also, it seemed to be Teddy.

During the day, she tried several times to sit in the yard hoping to bump into Teddy, but the man next door seemed to have resolved to avoid her. She never saw Teddy, instead noticing a frequent influx of people next door, indicating they were planning to leave.

Several days passed in confusion, and the wedding day arrived.

Early in the morning, Nako woke her up. Seeing her face, Nako's expression changed. “Abigail, what happened? Are you sick?”

“No, just didn't sleep well.” Abigail deliberately yawned. She hadn't just slept poorly; she hadn't slept at all.

She even gave herself an injection in the middle of the night, but it didn't work.

“Too excited or nervous? Don't worry, nothing will go wrong with this wedding. I heard the people next door were leaving today.” Nako whispered in Abigail's ear.

Abigail's hand stiffened, “Then… what about Teddy?”

“I didn't see him. He must be leaving too. That's good. No matter whose child that is, since you are marrying Jeffrey, you can't bring another's child along. Eventually, you and Foster will have your own children.” Nako gently advised at Abigail's ear.

Abigail understood this reasoning, but understanding did not mean it didn't hurt.

Though she had only been with Teddy for a month, the sense of dependence between mother and son was irreplaceable by other feelings.

Especially as she pieced together numerous memories, even including Abigail Green's feelings when Teddy was in her belly, which felt so real as if they had happened to her.

She still couldn't remember the time after Teddy was born, but the past month was enough to make her not want to let Teddy go, her eyes reddening uncontrollably.

Even Nako felt a bit saddened, “How about I go next door and ask, see him one last time?”

Abigail wanted to nod, but she knew once they met, it would be even harder for her to let Teddy go, and Teddy would also not want to leave her. Then what would they do?

Thinking of that handsome man's resolute attitude and his cold “Miss Smith,” she feared it would only humiliate herself.

Chapter end

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