Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife

Chapter 817: Chapter 817: Go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to Get a Marriage Certificate

The autumn sun is bright and splendid, with birdsong and the scent of flowers drifting through the window.

The bed inside the room is a disordered scene of intimacy, with Abigail’s arms, white as jade, wrapped around Brandon’s neck, a thin sheen of sweat moistening her hair ends and a dreamy look in her eyes. The man on top of her is just as overwhelmed, especially when the sudden sound of running footsteps exacerbates the moment.

Sounds of Threo barking and Aunt Claudia’s anxious shouts mix together, growing louder and clearer.

The two on the bed tense up, with Abigail particularly wanting to get off the bed in panic, but Brandon firmly holds onto her.

Abigail becomes frantic, “Let go of me, quick.”

“How am I supposed to let go now?” Brandon clenched his teeth as he looked at the person beneath him, a stunning face also covered with a thin layer of sweat.

“Honey, just bear with it a little longer, Teddy is coming, it wouldn’t be good if we are seen.” Abigail, despite her discomfort, reasoned that it was worse to be caught by her son during such tumultuous moments.

Brandon, coaxed by Abigail’s tender voice, tensed up even more. He wanted to struggle when suddenly the footsteps stopped, just as he was about to relax, his son’s anxious little voice came from outside, “Mommy, mommy…”

Both urgent and heart-rending.

Upon hearing this, Abigail no longer cared about the man on top of her, pushed Brandon away and hurried flushed-faced to the restroom. Brandon took a deep breath and lay on the bed like a salted fish, silently consoling himself that abandoning his son was against the law.

After quickly straightening herself up, Abigail found that Brandon was still flopped on the bed while Teddy kept stubbornly calling “Mommy” with patient tugs.

Caught in the middle, Abigail leaned over to kiss the unfulfilled man on the bed, only for him who usually had a good temper in front of her to dodge away.

Abigail couldn’t help but laugh and cry at this swift change, especially since the boy outside was getting restless, with his cries of “Mommy” growing more urgent. Worried about Teddy straining his throat and getting a tonsil inflammation, Abigail had to drop her pride and gently coax Brandon, “Brandon, don’t be mad, okay? Why don’t you go wash up and I’ll make it up to you tonight?”

At that, Brandon’s eyes lit up, “Three times?”

Abigail, “…Can I take back my word?”

“No,” said Brandon, standing up and kissing her tender cheek before happily getting off the bed.