Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 417 - Did the young master once fall in love

Chapter 417: Chapter 417: Did the young master once fall in love with Dr. Smith at first sight?

Chapter 417: Chapter 417: Did the young master once fall in love with Dr. Smith at first sight?

Pullan knew it was Brandon at the door the moment he heard the knocking and excitedly rushed over to open it.

Brandon’s face was gloomy as he glanced at the small courtyard house. “Where is she?”

“She’s in the living room with Old Mr. Smith. Mistress Abigail didn’t let me go in,” Pullan quickly replied.

Without another word, Brandon walked toward the closed door.

Inside, Abigail had just finished explaining a few things to Grandpa Smith. She stepped forward to open the door and was met with the imposing presence of Brandon. Smiling, she asked, “Didn’t I tell you to wait at home? How did you get here so fast?”

“Are you okay?” Brandon noticed Abigail’s slightly pale face. He frowned as he looked at Old Mr. Smith, who was still holding a bamboo stick. “Did you lay a hand on my fiancée?”

“So, he’s the pig? Hmph, you’ve got some nerve,” Old Mr. Smith remarked, eyeing the handsomely dressed Brandon, clearly surprised.

Brandon frowned. What pig?

Seeing Brandon’s unhappy expression, Abigail quickly shot Old Mr. Smith a glance and then stepped forward to hold Brandon’s hand. “Grandpa Smith, this is my fiancé Brandon Piers. Brandon, this is Grandpa Smith.”

“Oh,” Brandon answered reluctantly, but he was pleased with how Abigail introduced him. Realizing this was Abigail’s biological grandfather and he was meeting the family, he added, “Grandpa Smith.”

Old Mr. Smith scrutinized Brandon—a good look, an extraordinary aura, and he seemed to care for the girl. Reluctantly, he nodded in an arrogant manner. “Hmm.”

Abigail, “…”

Isn’t Grandpa being too cold to my pig?

She hadn’t even considered the treatment she received when she first arrived.

Unbeknownst to her, she had already started to see Brandon as her pig naturally.

Old Mr. Smith, seeing his granddaughter’s expression, knew what she was thinking and laughed in anger. “Hmph.”

Brandon, “…”

What an old geezer.

“Are you hurt?” Even though Brandon thought the elderly man was Abigail’s biological grandfather, he couldn’t sound respectful after recalling the video Pullan sent him.

“No,” Abigail waved her hand and changed the subject. “How did you get here so fast?”

“Oh, I had an appointment nearby.” Brandon answered seriously.

Abigail didn’t question his reason further. “That’s great. Grandpa Smith asked Aunt Foster to prepare lunch. Let’s stay for a meal.”

“I asked her? And who said you two could stay?” Old Mr. Smith originally hated how his granddaughter was obsessed with that Foster guy. Now, seeing her with someone else, though better, still displeased him. Any man was better than that Foster.

Abigail shot Old Mr. Smith a glance and then pulled Brandon’s hand, walking out. “Don’t mind him. Grandpa Smith is just like this. He asked Aunt Foster to make me chicken and potatoes earlier.”

“Alright, good. We’ll stay for lunch,” Brandon agreed without question.

Old Mr. Smith was stunned. Moments ago, he thought this man was extraordinary. Now, he seemed just as shameless as the girl, staying for lunch without the host’s consent?

Abigail was delighted. “Is there anything you’d like to eat? I can ask Aunt Foster to make it. She’s an excellent cook.”

“Anything is fine,” Brandon seemingly missed the flaws in Abigail’s words.

Old Mr. Smith sneered, “Don’t you want to ask how she knows my maid cooks well?”

Stupid girl!

Abigail realized her slip but, being who she was, arrogantly shot a look at the old man, “Since I’m Dr. Smith’s friend, I’ve naturally heard it from him. Besides, even without Dr. Smith’s words, the fact that Aunt Foster puts up with someone as grumpy as you proves her skills. And I’ve heard you like good food, so her cooking must be top-notch.”

“Arrogant fool,” Old Mr. Smith snorted. He saw that sly fox beside her and would’ve exposed her trick if it wasn’t so fantastical.

Abigail, “…” Can you not insult me?

Old Mr. Smith, “…” Fine, hitting’s also an option.

Brandon, “Grandpa Smith, don’t always call her stupid. If she really was, what would we do?”

“What do you mean, what? You want to return her?” Old Mr. Smith shouted at Brandon.

Brandon initially intended to lighten the mood and impress the elder slightly. “…”

Old geezer, I’ve had enough.

“Why not take a tour outside? I heard this house is a hundred years old, worth two hundred million,” Abigail suggested.

“Come with me,” Brandon, frustrated from being yelled at, wanted to irritate anyone who upset him.

“But I…” Abigail glanced at her stern-looking grandfather, hesitant.

Brandon tightened his grip on Abigail’s hand. “It’s my first time touring a courtyard house. Can you guide me?”

Hearing it was his first time, Abigail didn’t hesitate. “Alright, I’ll show you around.”

Little did they know, Old Mr. Smith added, “Was that a ghost house you visited at five with your old man?”

Brandon paused, shocked that the old man remembered so well. He smiled at him, “I’ve been to your house before? Maybe I was too young to remember.”

“Hmph, you yelled about marrying my granddaughter back then. Now, you’ve changed your mind,” Old Mr. Smith snorted.

Brandon & Abigail, “…”

What was that about?

Both were confused.

Abigail had no recollection. If Brandon was five, she would’ve been seven. But both were too young to remember.

Brandon doubted he’d say something like that. And why did this old man keep insulting him? Who was unworthy of her?

And that was twenty years ago. He was twenty-five, nearly twenty-six now. How could that be changing his mind so quickly?

What kind of unit did they measure “quickly” with?

But if they did have such a past, did it mean his fate with the chubby girl was predestined?

Even though Brandon disliked being scolded, part of him started believing in fate.

“Believe what you want!” Old Mr. Smith sneered and pointed at Pullan, “Show your young master around the courtyard.”

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Then he pointed at Abigail, “You, didn’t you bring something for me? Bring it in.”

For the first time, Brandon felt chased out twice in one day, his mood foul, but seeing Abigail had something to discuss with the old man, he suppressed his displeasure and left the room.

Abigail couldn’t help but glance at Brandon’s aggrieved back, then turned to the old man. “Can you be nicer to him?”

“In your dreams.”

Abigail, “… Did we really meet as kids?”

“Nope,” he snapped, still grumpy.

Abigail almost walked off, but the old man beat her to it, tossing an old photo in her face, “See for yourself.”

She truly thought he was lying, but stared at the photo in shock, “This… It’s true?”