Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 776: The Young Master Protects His Wife with Dominance

Abigail logged back into Twitter. As soon as she opened it, she saw 999+ new followers, 999+ comments, and quite a few private messages.

She glanced through the comments. It seemed that some professionals had shared and endorsed her post. The comments were mainly divided into two groups. One group urgently hoped Abigail would share the rest of her plan. The other group envied Abigail, surprised that not only did Second Young Master Piers not mind Abigail’s post-pregnancy weight gain, but he personally designed such a professional and detailed plan for her. One look and you could tell it was very thoughtful. In the end, they praised them as true love.

But amidst these two waves of envy, other voices inevitably emerged.

The most frequent ones were doubts. Some people didn’t believe that Brandon Piers, a prominent figure, would create a weight loss plan for a woman. They thought it must have been crafted by a professional, and Abigail claimed Brandon made it out of vanity.

Although these voices were few, they stood out among the harmony. Many of Abigail and Brandon’s couple fans expressed their dissatisfaction and started arguing.

Abigail looked at the arguments below and sighed. Sure enough, where there are people, there are disputes.

However, when she agreed to get this account upon Kelvin Max’s suggestion, she was already mentally prepared. After all, even a small forum like the medical university could create waves from time to time, let alone a large public platform like Twitter.

Knowing this, Abigail didn’t mind at all. She casually picked a cute girl to reply to, "I’ll gradually sort and upload the follow-ups."

After replying, Abigail bathed and did her basic skincare. Still, Brandon had not returned.

She had been avoiding Brandon. But now that he wasn’t here, Abigail felt a bit disappointed, though she knew he was genuinely busy.

With a light sigh, Abigail finally got into bed. She was so tired that she fell into a deep sleep shortly after.

When Brandon finished his work and came in, it was already 2 a.m. The seven days at the judicial department had piled up so much work, and there were tasks ahead that wouldn’t be easy. However, upon entering Abigail’s bedroom after a busy night and seeing a bed no longer empty but occupied by a soft, fragrant, and beautiful woman, his mood instantly improved.

He carefully approached her without waking the peaceful sleeping woman. After removing his outer clothes, he lifted Abigail’s quilt and lay inside, turning his head to look at the woman who filled him with joy. All the hardships became worth it at this moment.

Despite being deeply asleep, Abigail sensed his familiar presence in her dreams, turned over, and rolled into Brandon’s arms.

Brandon was initially stunned, then silently laughed. He wrapped his long arms around the person in his embrace and gently kissed Abigail’s forehead. "Good night."

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The next morning, Abigail woke up. Though the spot beside her was empty, she could faintly smell Brandon’s scent, knowing he had slept and gotten up.

She reached for her phone; it was only 7:10 a.m. She frowned slightly. He had been working too hard recently.

Although reluctant to admit it, Abigail found herself genuinely heartaching for Brandon. She buried her head in the blankets, inhaling his scent, then got up to freshen up.

When she came out, Aunt Claudia was dressing Teddy. The little fellow reached out his chubby hands to be held as soon as he saw her. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

Abigail took Teddy from Aunt Claudia, dressed him properly, and then held his little hand to walk outside, coincidentally meeting Brandon, who had just finished a workout.

He wore fitness clothes, his chest wet with sweat, short hair glistening, and solid calves beneath his shorts. He descended the steps slowly, and upon seeing Abigail, his cold eyes softened. He chuckled lightly, "Awake?"

"Ah? Mm." Though she had seen his face countless times, at that moment when Brandon walked down slowly, Abigail inexplicably felt her heart skip a beat. Her heartbeat quickened when she heard his charming laugh, and she stammered, her face turning red with embarrassment. She hugged Teddy and turned to leave.

Brandon reached out his long arm and pressed her down. "Why are you blushing?"

"Nothing... nothing." Abigail, with a guilty conscience, couldn’t possibly admit she had been mesmerized earlier. It would be too embarrassing.

"Dummy." Brandon was amused by her reaction and whispered in her ear.

The warm breath from Brandon startled Abigail. She quickly held Teddy tightly and walked downstairs.

Brandon watched his little chubby wife flee in a panic and couldn’t help but laugh out loud. In Abigail’s arms, Teddy didn’t understand the situation. Hearing his daddy laugh behind them, he also giggled. Threo, attracted by his little master’s laughter, wagged his tail and followed.

Watching them—one big, one small, and a dog—Brandon’s smile deepened. Just then, his phone rang. It was Kelvin Max calling.

The man, who had been smiling just a moment ago, quickly walked to his bedroom, turning serious. "Speak."

"Yesterday, Young Madam posted a tweet about a weight loss plan you created. The results are good, but some people are questioning its authenticity. They think such a professional plan must have come from a team, not you. It started small, but now it’s escalating. How do you want to handle it?" Usually, Kelvin Max wouldn’t need to report such public relations issues to Brandon. But since it involved Young Madam, he had to be cautious.

Brandon slightly frowned. He knew Abigail had posted on Twitter last night. He had been pleased at the time. After all, his little chubby wife’s first post was an introduction, and the second was to show him off. How could he not be happy?

But hearing Kelvin’s words now made him instantly displeased. After thinking for a moment, he said, "I’ll handle this."

Kelvin sighed in relief. Issues involving Young Madam were always tricky. It was best if Second Young Master handled them personally.

Brandon hung up and went to his office. He took photos of all the notes he had made when creating Abigail’s weight loss plan. Unlike Abigail’s casual style, Brandon’s grid was neatly organized. The notes were detailed, the writing powerful and dynamic, full of personal flair. He tagged Abigail when he posted it and asked, "When will I get my reward?"

Abigail didn’t understand the reasoning of netizens. So after replying to the girl asking for follow-ups, she didn’t check Twitter again. Unexpectedly, her behavior was interpreted by those keyboard warriors as acting with a guilty conscience. They used it to prove that the weight loss plan wasn’t created by Brandon but by professionals, and Abigail claimed it was from Brandon to satisfy her vanity. They even speculated that her relationship with Brandon wasn’t as good as rumored.

Abigail, who was having breakfast with Teddy, knew nothing about this and didn’t realize her husband was shamelessly asking for a reward on Twitter to clear her name.

Only when Brandon’s reply trended and Elder Piers, enjoying his snacks at the hospital, called did Abigail learn what had happened. She chuckled at the man sitting opposite, maintaining his gentlemanly grace while eating breakfast. The heart she had been rendered uneasy by his stunning beauty at the staircase now turned sweet from his domineering protectiveness.

Abigail felt like this man didn’t need to pursue her. She had already fallen for him!