Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 816: Abigail, you can use me however you want

Chapter 816: Chapter 816: Abigail, you can use me however you want

Abigail felt as though she had been away for a long time, but when she woke up, she realized she was still in the car.

The car had just slowly entered Rose Valley, and she looked around in a daze, feeling as if she was waking from another lifetime, when Brandon Piers, sitting beside her, noticed her confused state and rubbed her head with his large hand, "What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"

Abigail shook her head, her eyes fixated on Brandon Piers.

Feeling strangely observed, Brandon Piers touched his own face and asked, "Is there something wrong with me?"

Looking at the familiar handsome face before her, Abigail lowered her head and buried it in the man’s chest, murmuring into his chest, "I just had a dream."

"Oh, what dream?" Brandon Piers embraced her, feeling that since waking up, Abigail’s emotions were off.

"I dreamt of Hayden Bell." As Abigail lay on Brandon Piers’ chest, she wanted to share her dream with him, but after uttering the first sentence, she didn’t know how to tell the rest of the story, or perhaps she didn’t quite believe it was just a dream – just a story.

It was too real, the sunshine there, the feeling of that era, even Hayden Bell, and everything that happened was so real...

Brandon Piers waited for a long time without hearing Abigail continue to speak; he lowered his head to look at her and saw her looking bewildered as if she still hadn’t fully woken up. He couldn’t help but lower his head and gently peck her smooth forehead, "Are you still feeling sleepy?"

Abigail hummed softly, stretching out her arms to tightly embrace Brandon Piers’ waist.

She actually felt torn; while with Hayden Bell, she worried that she might never see Brandon Piers again, but when she woke up to find it was a dream, she felt a pang of sorrow. If she could, she really wished it wasn’t a dream, but a parallel world she didn’t know about, where Hayden Bell managed to avoid all the past tragedies and fell in love with Clara Smith early on, and even Minnie Swift heeded her advice and did not marry off to Gills City.

In a place she didn’t know, their stories continued as usual, but each person she loved got a better ending.

Sigh!

"What about your dream of Hayden Bell?" Seeing that Abigail still hadn’t answered his question and that her mood was still unusual, Brandon Piers gently nudged her cheek with his chin and asked softly.

Only then did Abigail start to open up, telling Brandon Piers about everything that happened in her dream, how she took the stage and how she saved Hayden Bell, even helping him to pursue Clara Smith afterwards.

She recounted in detail, wishing to tell Brandon Piers every little intricacy of her dream.

Brandon Piers did not disturb the person in his arms, listening quietly until Abigail finished speaking. He then rubbed her head with his warm hand, "Whether it was a dream or something that truly happened in a parallel world, let’s wish them well together, shall we?"

"Mhm." Abigail nodded earnestly, feeling the person beside her holding her even tighter.

In Hayden Bell’s story, Abigail was afraid she couldn’t find her way back to him, while Brandon Piers, after listening to Abigail’s recount, was fretting over the same concern.

He hoped for a good outcome for Hayden Bell and Clara Smith in their story, but he didn’t want his darling to stay forever in someone else’s tale.

Holding the person in his arms, Brandon Piers felt a sudden fear.

Abigail, sensing Brandon Piers’ emotions, turned around to hold the man even tighter.

The night deepened, and their car had been parked in front of the villa for a long time without moving, until Abigail, holding onto Brandon Piers, finally gained a sense of reality and noticed they had already arrived home.

The two held hands as they got out of the car. The villa had a small light left on – Aunt Claudia had left it on purpose for them.

After going upstairs and taking a bath, Abigail completely emerged from the dream that made her question what was real and what wasn’t; seeing the man who had also come out of the bath damp, her heart skipped a beat.

"Um...aren’t you going back?" Abigail asked, pointing in the direction of Brandon Piers’ villa.

"Are you kicking me out after using me?" Brandon Piers said with a look of feigned astonishment as he dried his hair.

Abigail felt a bit embarrassed and annoyed, "Who used you? I certainly did not!"

"Oh, but I seem to recall you had me listening for an entire hour. Isn’t that considered using? So, what do you think counts as ’using’ then?" Brandon Piers looked at the freshly bathed and soft-skinned Abigail, and as he saw her blushing after her remark, he approached with a mischievous smile, wrapping her hair in the towel he had in his hand.

"I... umm..." Abigail realized she had taken his words the wrong way and was at a loss for words. She wanted to argue but her head was covered with the towel, she let out a soft sound and didn’t resist, allowing the man to dry her hair.

While drying Abigail’s hair, Brandon Piers didn’t forget to press her for an answer, "Abigail, you still haven’t told me what ’using me’ would look like?"

Abigail pursed her lips and played dead.

Brandon Piers was in no hurry. He patiently dried her hair bit by bit, and the moment he removed the towel, he bent down and pecked Abigail’s lips, "Like this?"

"Ah?" Abigail, having been kissed unexpectedly, felt slow to react. After exclaiming, she realized he was still referring to his earlier question.

Her face, which had just been washed and was as tender as tofu, blushed instantaneously, and she cast an annoyed glare at Brandon Piers.

That look turned Brandon Piers into jelly, and he cheekily wrapped his arms around Abigail’s waist, "Abigail, you can use me however you want."

After speaking, he rubbed his chin on top of Abigail’s head, the innuendo thick in the air. Abigail certainly understood the man’s implication, and her cheeks grew even pinker as she looked up and nibbled Brandon Piers’ chin, "Can’t you be more serious?"

"I’m speaking from the heart, how is that not serious? What else could you possibly be thinking?" Upon hearing Abigail’s words, Brandon Piers immediately straightened up, asking with a trace of seriousness.

Faced with his counter-question and seeing his handsome face don a serious expression, Abigail began to wonder if maybe she was the one whose thoughts were too skewed.

Thinking this made Abigail feel guilty. She observed him, his forehead adorned with stray hairs from the bath that made him look both younger and more handsome, his eyes filled with thick affection as they beheld her, causing her heart to flutter and legs to weaken; these were the things that led to her wild thoughts.

Therefore, Abigail gave Brandon Piers a reproachful glare, "I actually do have a use for you now."

Brandon Piers raised his eyebrow, "Hmm?"

"I want an electronic keyboard." Abigail glanced at the outside night sky, looking somewhat troubled as she spoke to Brandon Piers. She didn’t really want to ask, but couldn’t suppress the surging desire inside to play a tune.

Brandon Piers, who had been prepared for various scenarios of being needed, "..."

He suddenly felt less appealing in Abigail’s presence.

However, the one who suffered the fallout was Kelvin Max.

The young secretary, with his million-plus salary, couldn’t understand what his boss and the young madame were up to, indulging in some kind of youthful romance in the middle of the night by requesting an electronic keyboard!

As Kelvin Max got out of bed, he couldn’t believe the time he saw on the clock before finally resigning to his fate. He managed to rouse the owner of a nearby music instrument store from sleep and got an electronic keyboard, electric guitar, and bass delivered to Rose Valley before 1 a.m.

As for why the electric guitar and bass were included, it was because Kelvin Max figured if his boss needed an electronic keyboard in the middle of the night, who knew whether he’d suddenly decide to start a band in the wee hours?

In fact, Kelvin Max was quite prescient.

When Abigail saw the electric guitar, she excitedly grabbed it, dragging Brandon Piers to the back villa to avoid waking up their son.

Brandon Piers followed behind, feeling aggrieved and thinking to himself that this woman really didn’t care for him anymore; she was afraid of waking their son but not worried about his lack of sleep.

Abigail sensed Brandon’s grievance and replied in a very indifferent tone, "Teddy needs to grow, you don’t."

Unable to argue, Brandon could only mentally tsukkomi, facing another night without his wife’s company in bed.

Neither of them expected that in the middle of the night, as they walked out holding guitars and a synthesizer, they would run into Benjamin Jones who had just finished work.

Benjamin looked at their outfits and the instruments in their hands, and an indescribable expression cracked his usually stern face.

For the first time, Brandon felt an unspeakable embarrassment in front of his rival, "Well... would you believe me if I said this is just a husband and wife’s fun?"

"Ha ha," Benjamin chuckled, as if to say I don’t believe you at all.

Little did he know, Abigail glared at Brandon and sincerely invited, "Benjamin, do you know how to play the bass or electric guitar?"

Gazing at Abigail’s expectant expression and then the thick night air, Benjamin declined, "Thanks, but I’ll leave you two to play, I can’t."

After Benjamin hurriedly walked back to his own villa, he suddenly felt there was a reason he couldn’t win Abby’s heart.

Like not being able to play.

Abigail murmured as she watched Benjamin’s back, "I remember Benjamin used to go to the Youth Palace to learn piano."

Just after she finished speaking, she heard Benjamin’s faint voice behind her, "I already said it’s a couple’s pastime, are you inviting him to provoke him, or planning to play together?"

Abigail’s face flushed upon hearing this, unable to hold back she glared fiercely at him, and then trotted away in embarrassment and annoyance, after which Brandon followed contentedly.

At the villa, Abigail was just trying, but to her surprise, she managed to play the piece "Dream" from memory.

After playing, Abigail looked at Brandon with her mouth slightly open, "Did I... play it right?"

Brandon had already seen the music score and nodded at Abigail.

Abigail’s eyes suddenly reddened, "Brandon, was that really just a dream?"

If it were just a dream, how could she remember it so clearly, including every subtle expression of Hayden Bell on stage, the taste of the soup he made for her, and his face when he apologized...

Brandon stepped forward to hold Abigail, "No matter what it was, you know he’ll have a good life ahead, right?"

With eyes still red, Abigail nodded. Indeed, no matter what happened in the past, in that world she saw, Hayden Bell would live a good life.

Although she appeared indifferent towards this father figure on the surface, deep down she still couldn’t accept such an ending for him, hoping his life could be a little easier.

Having come to terms with it, Abigail hugged Brandon back and stopped thinking about it all, but after the embrace, she saw the messy living room and the synthesizer, electric guitar, and bass thrown aside, only then realizing what she had dragged Brandon into doing in the middle of the night, suddenly feeling awkward.

By the time the two of them got into bed, it was already three in the morning, and Abigail snuggled into Brandon’s arms, talking on and on before falling asleep.

Exhausted from the day, Brandon listened to the light breathing of the person in his arms, lowered his head to kiss Abigail’s lips, and then closed his eyes too.

He didn’t tell Abigail that after she had visited Hayden Bell’s dream, he also had a dream. In that dream, many things changed—their father was still alive, Minnie Swift did not marry into Gills City but chose to go abroad, Hayden Bell became the Best Actor and had a genius daughter with Clara Smith. He wasn’t sick; his parents were loving towards each other, and under his father’s leadership, the Piers family was even wealthier. He was living a life of happiness in the mundane sense of the word.

But in that happiness, there was no Abigail.

In the dream, Abigail was a distant relative to him, polite and aloof. She was engaged to Jeffrey Foster, and to her, he was just a not-so-close cousin.

The very days he had once dreamed of were finally laid out before him, but his Abigail wasn’t there.

So no matter how wonderful that dream world was, to him, it was a nightmare.

...

The next day.

Abigail and Brandon Piers woke up at ten in the morning. As soon as they opened their eyes, they both instinctively searched for each other, and only after making sure they were by each other’s side did they let out a sigh of relief.

Then they couldn’t help but laugh when they saw each other’s expressions.

"Good morning, Mr. Piers," Abigail murmured softly as she nuzzled her head against Brandon’s shoulder.

"Good morning, Mrs. Piers." Brandon Piers, looking at the person in his arms, had a face full of contentment.

Abigail chuckled, "Not yet."

"In a bit, we will be." Brandon raised an eyebrow, picked her up, and placed her on top of himself, his tone clear and smooth, yet his attitude revealed a much more dominant stance.

"Hmm?" Abigail looked at the man below her with confusion.

"I’ve made an appointment to go to the civil affairs bureau to get a marriage certificate today. After that, we’ll go look at wedding dresses, and also pick out our wedding photo styles. What kind of wedding photo do you like?" Brandon lifted Abigail’s cheeks in his hands.

Abigail couldn’t help but tease, "Why don’t you just go ahead and get married by yourself? Why so domineering?"

Even though her words seemed to be a complaint, the tone had a hint of coquetry.

Brandon, however, showed no signs of regret, "I’m just afraid that you’re only impulsive at the moment, so I decided to set things in stone first, that way you have no chance for regrets."

After all, there were several wolves eyeing his Abigail closely. If he didn’t act first, what would he do if she was snatched away by chance?

Listening to this, Abigail was both amused and annoyed, "You have so little confidence in yourself?"

"It’s mainly because our Abigail is so radiant. Aren’t I afraid of you being stolen away?" said Brandon seriously. His amber, elongated eyes were full of caution, his words not sounding like flattery but the actual truth.

Abigail was pleased and suddenly bit lightly on the man’s thumb, "So glib."

Brandon, stimulated by Abigail’s kitten-like bite, felt his blood rush to his head. Seeing Abigail wasn’t angry, the tension in his heart eased. He flipped her over so she was underneath him, his voice, laden with a hint of morning laziness, was now deep with a sultry roughness, propped up by one hand, "Abigail, didn’t you say you wanted to use me? We’re going to get our marriage certificate soon, do you want to try it out beforehand, see if you’re still satisfied?"

Abigail almost got dizzy from Brandon’s flipping move, and before she could figure out what was happening, she heard this sentence. When she realized what he meant, her face turned bright red. She found it both funny and annoying that this man, after sleeping for an entire night, was still lingering on those thoughts. She tried to scold him, but didn’t realize that lying beneath him and staring at him with her overflowing peach blossom eyes was incredibly seductive.

Brandon inhaled sharply, unable to resist he leaned down and kissed her. The kiss was wet and warm, intensely passionate. Abigail was kissed into softness, calling out low, "Brandon, stop it..."