Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 773: Whose Pervert Looks So Good?

Abigail was quite hungry. Although she usually had a regulated diet, she still had two large bowls of rice. Clara Smith, who’s sitting beside her, was stunned. "You’re consuming too much. You should still restrain yourself a bit."

Abigail, completely unaware of how much she had eaten, slowly lifted her head to see the empty bowls in front of her. Recalling that she had spent the entire night on the sea last night, her face turned bright red, and she coquettishly glared at her mother. "I ate a lot, so what?"

"You know what my point is," Clara Smith added leisurely.

Abigail was drinking soup, pretending not to hear.

Little did she know, Clara Smith nonchalantly added, "Brandon Piers looks quite delicate, but who knew he was a Challenger. You can’t trust rumors."

"Cough, cough, cough..." Abigail couldn’t hold back and started coughing violently after being choked by the chicken soup. She looked at Clara Smith, stunned and unbelieving at her mother’s lack of restraint. And what rumors? Did word of Brandon’s performance or lack thereof spread abroad?

Coughing, Abigail stopped her thoughts from wandering further.

Clara Smith, seeing her daughter’s reaction, showed no regret and said matter-of-factly, "You have a child now. Why are you shy? Being with a strong man is your blessing. I’m happy for you."

Abigail, "..."

"I’m full." Abigail suspected that if this discussion continued, Clara Smith might start talking about surfing positions and quickly drank the soup in one gulp, stood up, and walked out.

"Why are you leaving in such a rush?" Clara Smith mumbled in discontent. In the past, mothers used to educate their daughters about sex knowledge the night before marriage. She never had the chance and just wanted to make up for it now.

After hearing Clara’s words, Abigail’s steps hurried quicker.

Just as she went upstairs, she ran into Kelvin and Kennan Max, coming out of Brandon’s study.

Although they had met Abigail several times, the two brothers couldn’t help but marvel at her transformation. No wonder people online were so shocked. Even they didn’t recognize her as the lady of the house initially.

Abigail greeted the two and was about to leave when Kelvin suggested, "Ma’am, that Twitter account I registered for you, if you have time you can manage it yourself. If not, I can find someone professional to handle it for you."

Abigail, who was ready to leave, stopped. After thinking for a moment, she understood Kelvin’s concern. He probably didn’t want her to ignore it and eventually discard the account. But handing it to someone else made her uncomfortable. After a moment, she replied, "I’ll handle it myself." freewebnoveℓ.com

"Alright," Kelvin merely suggested. He didn’t dare to push Abigail.

Abigail answered and bid farewell to the two. However, she stopped at the door of Brandon’s study. The door was open. She stood outside and glanced at the man inside, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, giving off a scholarly pervert vibe. She couldn’t help but think of Clara Smith’s words. He looked sickly but was unexpectedly strong.

Speaking of strong, Abigail felt her body grow even sorer. She mumbled a low "pervert" and was about to turn back to her room, only to meet Brandon’s uplifted gaze. He smiled.

Abigail paused. Since when did perverts look this good?

Well, her pervert did.

"Why are you standing there? Come in," Brandon Piers beckoned to Abigail with his hand.

Abigail reluctantly walked in. "You’re not busy? How are things?"

"It’s alright," Brandon didn’t elaborate and pointed to his lap.

Abigail, though reluctant, honestly walked over and sat on his lap. "What do you mean ’alright’?"

"The lawsuit isn’t a big problem. However, Joshua Piers might quickly unite with the shareholders and executives of Piers to remove me from my position," Brandon casually responded.

Abigail was stunned. "Then what will you do?"

"Wait to be removed," Brandon shrugged.

Abigail was confused, "Aren’t you going to find a solution?"

"Piers’ operations have been outdated for years, management is chaotic, and factions are fiercely competing. Externally, it looks glamorous, but it’s rotten inside. Many transportation channels are being misused, some even skirting legal boundaries. If I don’t get removed, how will I expose these issues?" Brandon patiently explained while holding Abigail.

Then, he couldn’t help but kiss her lips. "Did you just have chicken soup?"

Abigail, pondering Brandon’s words, was startled by his question. She pushed him away and tried to get up. "Let me down, I need to brush my teeth."

"No," Brandon held her tighter and said somewhat playfully. He no longer displayed the cold and scholarly demeanor he had while working.

Abigail, having been troubled last night, still felt sore and weak now. Seeing the man burying his head in her hair like a big wolfdog, she felt a slight, subtle change in her body. Unable to resist, she bit his shoulder lightly, "Get back to work."

"Why don’t you sit on the couch and keep me company?" Brandon had plenty of work but was reluctant to let Abigail leave, so he found a compromise.

Seeing his longing look, Abigail couldn’t refuse and nodded reluctantly.

Brandon was satisfied and let her go.

With the competition over, Abigail had nothing to do for the time being. She lay on the couch, watching Brandon work while considering what to post on Twitter. When she couldn’t come up with anything, she started browsing her phone, looking at what other Twitter celebrities were posting. Inevitably, she got sidetracked.

Since her joint appearance with Brandon yesterday, several versions of their love story had surfaced, filled with various outlandish speculations. There were even fans who supported them as a couple.

Striving to be a diligent and progressive young person, Abigail opened a Twitter super topic about her and Brandon. To her surprise, in just a few days, it had gained thousands of fans, waving the Abigail-Brandon couple flag. They compiled all the existing clips of her and Brandon into videos.

Curious, Abigail clicked to watch and found it surprisingly professional and sweet. She hadn’t realized how focused Brandon looked when he gazed at her.

Exiting the video, Abigail continued browsing the couple plaza. Unexpectedly, someone had already written fanfiction about her and Brandon.

Abigail was not a fan of celebrities, so she was unfamiliar with such things. She thought it was just a romance novel using her and Brandon’s names. But as she started reading, her face turned bright red. This wasn’t just fanfiction. It was explicit erotica using her and Brandon’s names.

Claiming to be mature, Abigail felt embarrassed but couldn’t stop reading. "You seductive little temptress, why are you so enticing? My dear Abigail, you’re beautiful no matter what. Please your husband, will you? Oh, Abigail, louder..."

The Brandon in the fanfiction was overly provocative, and she wasn’t much better. Descriptions of swaying her plump hips to the study, dining room, and gym...

The more Abigail read, the more embarrassed she became, her face growing redder. She couldn’t help but Tsukkomi, wondering what kind of story this was. It included all processes usually avoided in legitimate literature. It was just too... too...

Still searching for the right Tsukkomi adjectives, Abigail suddenly felt a void in her hand. She looked up, belatedly, into Brandon’s curious eyes. "What are you reading? Your face is so red."

As he spoke, Brandon smoothly took Abigail’s phone away.

"No!"