Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife

Chapter 802: Chapter 802: Abigail Green’s Fiancé

Abigail spoke and, seeing that Brandon Piers didn’t move, she raised her eyebrows slightly, “Hmm?”

Brandon, with a forced smile, handed the spoon to his son.

Teddy took the fork, quite happy, completely oblivious to his own father’s body growing more and more rigid. He poked the fried egg right in the center of the plate, creating a hole at the edge without catching any of the food. Unperturbed, he switched to the heart-shaped apple slice and continued stabbing, turning a dishful of food into a mess of myriad shapes – some pieces broken, some squashed, with no discernible form left.

Brandon felt uncomfortable all over and had to suppress the urge to throw his son out, but instead, he turned and smiled at Abigail.

Abigail returned a more radiant smile to Brandon.

The atmosphere around the dining table was indescribably odd.

Aunt Claudia knew about Master Brandon’s compulsive habits. The sight made her both amused and sympathetic. Lois, on the other hand, was completely lost as to what was happening, simply assuming this was how the homeowner educated his child.

The meal left Brandon feeling uncomfortable all over, his mind haunted by the hole in the round fried egg and the missing bite from the heart-shaped apple.

Barely enduring until the end of breakfast, he saw Abigail heading upstairs first. Without thinking too much, Brandon quickly fed the remaining food to his son as soon as Abigail left. But just as he finished feeding, down came Abigail wearing ripped jeans and a clashingly colored shirt—one half white, the other half blue-striped—making Brandon gasp, “That wicked woman.”

To make matters worse, Abigail, dressed like this, went over to Pinky and casually put a hat on it, one side normal, the other looking as though a dog had chewed it.

And it didn’t stop there. After fitting Pinky with the hat, Abigail called over Threo, then dressed him in a baby-pink colored outfit that didn’t fit his build at all. But the mismatch wasn’t the point. The fact that the top was pink, and three of the legs were pink, leaving one leg undressed exposing Threo’s wild silver fur, that was the point.

Brandon took a deep breath, but it was in vain. He wanted to call Threo over to get his clothes off but met Abigail’s warning gaze and, helplessly, Brandon beat a hasty retreat.

Once alone, Abigail couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

Aunt Claudia chided her with amusement, “You’ve learned to be a bad girl.”