Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 381 - : The Arrogant Handsome Man’s Deep Tactics to Pamper His Wife
Chapter 381: Chapter 381: The Arrogant Handsome Man’s Deep Tactics to Pamper His Wife
“Hehehe…”
As soon as Abigail got out of the car, she heard little Teddy’s laughter. Her initially gloomy mood was instantly lifted by this laughter, and the gloom on her face faded away. The corners of her mouth involuntarily turned up.
Pullan watched from a distance as Brandon Piers came to greet his wife while carrying little Teddy. He found the scene both shocking and classic, feeling it was worth preserving. So, he secretly took out his phone and opened the camera. But before he could aim it at Brandon, he felt a chill and quickly put his phone away, standing seriously and solemnly behind Abigail with his hands folded.
Abigail heard Teddy’s laughter and was curious about how Kelly and Aunt Claudia had brought the child to the garage. Then she turned and saw Brandon holding Teddy like a briefcase. “…”
Teddy was especially cooperative with his daddy, being incredibly happy even when held like this, laughing continuously.
Abigail looked at her son and then at Brandon, who was handling the child for the first time, speechless.
A saying came to her mind: One is willing to hit, the other is willing to suffer.
But the next moment, Brandon lifted Teddy and shoved him into her arms. “Teddy wants you.”
Abigail quickly hugged the little guy tightly.
Having not seen his mom for a while, Teddy was delighted and snuggled into Abigail’s arms.
Abigail laughed, chased away from her earlier worries by the commotion.
Brandon looked on, satisfied, but then became somewhat displeased, seeing her so happy just because of a chubby little bun.
Disdain!
The little bun had no idea about his father’s prideful heart. After rubbing against Abigail’s chest a few times, he found his nourishment and, unceremoniously, began to nuzzle and bump.
Brandon’s face turned visibly ugly as he looked at Pullan. Pullan recoiled, wisely grabbing the driver and Aunt Claudia as they left.
In no time, it was just Brandon and Abigail left in the Piers’ private garage.
Abigail felt awkward and poked little Teddy. “Behave. We’ll eat when we get home.”
But the hungry baby didn’t know what “go home” meant. He expressed his dissatisfaction through his actions, starting to nuzzle and bump again, regardless of where his mom was or who was around.
Helpless, Abigail looked up, her cheeks flushed, and looked at Brandon. “Could you turn around?”
Brandon actually felt like throwing the child away but could only obediently turn around when he met Abigail’s gaze. Soon enough, he heard the son make contented noises as he ate, feeling complicated.
At twenty-five, he was living a life less satisfying than a little brat. Fuck!
Brandon stood by for half an hour before their son finished nursing and began snoring softly, his tiny mouth making sucking motions.
Abigail lowered her shirt, her voice embarrassed. “Um… Teddy’s finished eating.”
“Mm.” Brandon did not turn around. He mumbled a response and walked out.
Abigail took a deep breath and followed with Teddy in her arms.
But she had barely taken a few steps when the man ahead suddenly turned back without warning.
Abigail halted. “What… what is it?”
Her heart regretted speaking. Why was she nervous!
“Give him to me.” Brandon reached out to take the sleeping little bun. A nearly twenty-pound boy, this woman stood holding him for half an hour without saying a word.
“Oh.” Abigail was pleasantly surprised, but upon seeing Brandon’s disdainful expression towards Teddy, she wondered: If you don’t like him, why hold him?
However, it was only after Brandon took him that Abigail felt her waist, back, and neck were all sore.
Her body hadn’t recovered yet. Back when she was a doctor, she could handle three surgeries in a day to this extent.
Once her body fully recovered, she needed not only to lose weight but also to build stamina.
Brandon observed her lightly pounding her back, “Never admit yourself.”
Abigail, “…”
Did this man know how to talk?
Little did she know, he was the one who never admitted himself.
Back at the main house, Brandon put down Teddy and held Abigail’s hand. “Dinner.”
Abigail looked at her wrist and then at him. Was he all right?
But Brandon’s gesture looked different to everyone else.
“Wow, did you guys see that? Brandon openly holding his wife’s hand to the dining hall!”
“I saw it too, I saw it too.”
“Brandon dotes on his wife so much!”
“Moreover, they look oddly well-matched together.”
“That’s nothing. Brandon even went to the garage to pick her up. When they came back, he held the baby and his wife’s hand. Talk about a sweet family of three! My heart melted.”
“Indeed, super sweet. Loving it!”
The whole courtyard of servants buzzed happily as if it were a festival.
Word soon reached the old master.
The old master was so happy his whiskers twitched. Leaning on his cane, he went to witness it personally.
Just as Brandon was pulling Abigail to sit.
Seeing the old master enter, Brandon didn’t raise an eyebrow and said to Abigail, “You had a long day. Drink more chicken soup.”
“Oh.” Abigail was stunned by Brandon’s unexpected attitude, feeling he was so unpredictable, coming up with things suddenly.
But… he was quite warm.
Thinking this, Abigail felt a sweet tinge in her heart, obediently sipping the chicken soup.
It had to be said, the chef at the old house was amazing. The chicken soup was rich in aroma but not greasy. She lowered her head and took another two sips.
Brandon nodded with satisfaction. Finally, he looked at the old master standing nearby. “Do you plan on watching us eat all night?”
“Ahem, is this how you speak to your grandfather?” The old master disapprovingly glared at his grandson but then warmly looked at Abigail. “Abigail, do drink more of the soup. Brandon had the kitchen make it specially for you.”
Abigail looked up. “Thank you, Grandfather.”
“I had it made. Why are you thanking him?” Brandon was displeased.
Abigail gave him a sidelong glance. “Thank you, Brandon.”
Brandon, “…” Such perfunctory gratitude for him?
The old master was all smiles, his whiskers twitching so much that Brandon couldn’t take it. “Grandfather, can you make your whiskers move in sync? If you keep twitching them like that, I’ll shave them off.”
“You… if you dare shave my whiskers again, I’ll shave half my head and leave the other half!” The old master threatened indignantly. Was it easy to grow these whiskers?
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“Pfft!” Abigail couldn’t help but laugh, hastily grabbing a napkin to wipe her mouth, staring at the old man in astonishment.
The old man proudly said, “Don’t be surprised. I got the idea from you.”
The old master knew every detail about Abigail’s previously fierce battle with his grandson.
“Cough, cough, cough…” Abigail suddenly realized where she’d heard that before. She felt guilty for leading the old man astray, giving Brandon a sympathetic glance.
Brandon shot her a look and then calmly turned to the old master. “Oh, as long as you don’t mind being an old man with half a shaved head, I don’t mind shaving the other half for you.”
The old man, “…you unfilial grandson!”
“Pfft, haha.”
Abigail couldn’t help but laugh again.
