Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 774 Brandon Piers, Aren’t You Ashamed?

"Stop! No!" Abigail’s scream was earth-shaking and spine-chilling, startling Brandon Piers. He raised an eyebrow, "Hmm?"

"Give me back my phone." Abigail shouted before she realized that her behavior was too guilty; she tried to normalize her tone and added a bit of a pleading look in her eyes.

But this only made things worse. The more she acted like this, the more Brandon felt her guilt. He wondered, could she be secretly chatting with another man behind his back? Why else would she be so nervous?

Who could it be?

Brandon’s face darkened. Although he knew that the likelihood of Abigail cheating was low, that didn’t mean there were no other men trying to flirt with her. Maybe someone was indeed hitting on her, and she was afraid of him seeing it, thus her nervousness.

The more Brandon thought about it, the more he felt he was right. He wanted to know who the man was. As Abigail tried to snatch the phone back, he raised it high. "Speak. What’s going on?"

"N-nothing’s going on..." Abigail hurriedly replied, stretching her hand toward Brandon, trying to retrieve her phone.

Brandon looked at her evasive gaze. As if he would believe her. He pressed her hand down and held her phone up to her face.

Frightened, Abigail shut her eyes quickly. But it was too late. Brandon had already opened her phone, landing directly on the page she had been viewing, with no time to exit.

Seeing that she had lost, Abigail lamented and decided to abandon her phone, even her shoes. She ran barefoot.

Brandon, still unclear about the situation, watched the fleeing woman with a look of bewilderment. His curiosity about what she was up to deepened. He started scrolling down the phone screen, his expression getting more peculiar and his mouth twitching. He pressed his temples, realizing that while he was working, she was lying opposite him, reading fanfiction about the two of them?

Brandon found it both infuriating and amusing. He strode out to chase her.

Abigail had just returned and was panting heavily, leaning against the door, when she heard footsteps outside. She held her breath, but the next moment, she heard the bedroom door click. Then, the door was pushed forcefully. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

"Brandon Piers, don’t come in." Abigail pressed against the door with all her strength. She did not want to see her man at this moment.

"Oh, are you sure?" Brandon listened to the guilty tone in Abigail’s voice, raising his handsome eyebrows mischievously.

Abigail nodded desperately. Then, realizing he couldn’t see, she quickly responded, "Yes. I’m sure."

Just as Abigail finished speaking, she heard Brandon’s clear voice from outside, not asking her to open the door but instead reading the fanfiction aloud, specifically the female lead’s part.

Abigail’s face turned crimson, and she gritted her teeth angrily. "Brandon Piers, have you no shame!"

"If you dare read this stuff right in front of me, why should I feel ashamed to read it to you? I’ll give you three seconds. If you don’t open the door, I’ll continue." Brandon’s mouth curled into a wicked smile, thinking the little woman inside indeed needed some discipline.

"I’m not opening!"

"1, 2, 3, Brandon, use..."

Before Brandon could finish the word "strength," Abigail yanked the door open, glaring furiously at the shameless man in front of her. "You... you... mmm..."

Before she could swear,

Her romantic peach blossom eyes widened in protest, but her waist was gripped, struggling and muffling against his strength. The door slammed shut behind her.

By the time she was pinned on the sofa, gasping for air, the man finally stopped.

Pointing at the culprit in front of her with her slender white finger, "Brandon Piers, you’re too much!"

"How exactly am I too much?" Brandon looked at the beautiful woman with a teasing smirk, his amber eyes glimmering with mischief, utterly different from the gentlemanly image he portrayed when Abigail first met him.

"You... whew! I want to take a nap. You... you leave." If they stayed in the room any longer, something might happen.

But Brandon was not going to let her off so easily. The smile on his face deepened. "You were reading this stuff right in front of me. If I don’t do something, wouldn’t that be unfair to you?"

Saying this, Brandon deliberately waved her phone in front of Abigail.

Abigail suddenly felt on the verge of madness. "You... it’s not what you think. It was an accident, an accident. Understand?"

"I don’t understand." Brandon finished speaking, tossing the phone onto the sofa. He pinched Abigail’s chin, forcing the blushing woman’s face toward him, then pecked it again, whispering in a low, rich voice, "I only know that,"

Abigail’s ears tingled at the sound of his calling her "his darling," but his next words left her both embarrassed and angry. How...

Just as Abigail was internally ranting, her lips felt soft again, pressed by Brandon’s. The explanation she was about to give got swallowed back forcefully. She clung to Brandon’s shoulders in a fluster, "Mmm, Brandon, it’s daytime, daytime..."

"Are you suggesting that it’s alright during the day?" Brandon intentionally misunderstood her and then scooped her up, walking to the window to draw the bedroom curtains closed.

The room, bright just moments ago, suddenly darkened. Abigail wanted to say that wasn’t what she meant. The man hugging her pressed his lips to her ear, "Should we try what you were reading?"

Abigail’s mind slowed down. "Try what?"

"The position."

Suddenly, Abigail felt herself internally combust. She cursed the conniving man silently, yet found no resistance forming in her heart. She could only curse internally. She had fallen!

Abigail didn’t even realize when she fell asleep again, with her nightgown and bed sheets changed. Glancing at the time, she instinctively hid her face, wanting to crash into a wall out of shame.

But considering that Grandpa and Clara Smith were still around, she had skipped breakfast, but lunch could be explained away by eating late breakfast. However, if she missed dinner, the entire estate would likely find out. In that case, she wouldn’t just want to crawl into a hole but rather think herself dead.

Whew!

Taking a deep breath, Abigail slowly dressed, cleaned herself up in the bathroom to check for any visible marks, and then walked out.

As she left the room, she suddenly noticed the weight loss plan book that Brandon had given her on the bedside table. An idea sparked in her mind. She could post this on Twitter!