Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 483 - A Man Whose Style Goes Awry After

Chapter 483: Chapter 483: A Man Whose Style Goes Awry After Falling in Love

Chapter 483 -483: A Man Whose Style Goes Awry After Falling in Love

Brandon Piers got home a step before Abigail, inquired with Pullan but got no reply. He simply checked her location and found out that the little chubby was arriving soon. He didn’t send Pullan any more messages and changed into comfortable loungewear to wait for Abigail. He didn’t expect Abigail to arrive with anything but happiness; instead, she huffed!

What the hell?

Abigail huffed and was about to pass by Brandon, but he grabbed her wrist, “What’s wrong?”

“Hmph.”

“Your Grandpa Smith’s spirit possessed you?” Brandon asked with amusement.

Abigail glanced back at the handsome and comfortable-looking man. So, what’s keeping him busy? Hmph!

“I want to invite my classmates over for a barbecue tomorrow at the manor. Is that okay?” Abigail thought about it. After all, she had a twenty-seven-year-old soul and couldn’t appear too childish, so she suppressed her dissatisfaction and changed the topic.

Brandon already knew about this and nodded with a smile, “You are the hostess here. Of course, it’s okay if you think it’s okay. I’ll have Uncle Piers prepare for it.”

The term hostess pleased Abigail, but she was reminded she was still mad, so she coolly replied, “Hmm.”

Then she planned to go find Teddy.

Brandon, however, held her back, “Teddy played all morning, just had some milk, and is sleeping. Haven’t you always wanted to pick grapes? I’ve arranged scissors and a bamboo basket for you.”

Abigail was attracted by Brandon’s words, glanced at the winding grape vines on either side, and felt tempted.

Since returning to Moon Lake Manor, she had been tirelessly busy with various matters and didn’t have a chance to enjoy herself, like the day they went to Moon Lake. She had been saying she wanted to pick grapes but never had the time.

Now, with Brandon’s invitation and Teddy sleeping, Abigail felt a bit moved.

But recalling that the man had only given her an account managed by Pullan all this time and never proactively sent her messages, without any sense of being a fiancé, she felt somewhat gloomy, “Do you send messages to Pullan every day?”

Brandon was taken aback, not expecting Abigail to ask this, “Hmm?”

“Since you inquire about my whereabouts, why don’t you ask me directly?” Abigail looked into Brandon’s eyes and asked.

“Huh?” Brandon was stunned by Abigail’s question, then suddenly realized, “Oh, right.”

Why didn’t he think of that?

Watching Brandon’s realization, Abigail, “…”

Then Brandon thought of something, “If you want me to contact you, why don’t you send me messages proactively?”

Abigail was also taken aback by the question, “Right.” She waited for the man’s message all afternoon, feeling gloomy. Why didn’t she just ask him directly?

The two of them looked at each other in sudden realization, then pointed at each other, saying in unison, “Idiot.”

“It’s my first time in a relationship, so please be patient with me, Mrs. Piers.” Brandon laughed, then extended his hand to Abigail.

Abigail grasped the man’s hand, imitating playfully, “Hmm, my first time in a relationship too, so please be more understanding, Mr. Piers.”

“Ha.” Brandon ruffled Abigail’s black hair with his big hand, half-hugging her, “So, do you still want to pick grapes?”

“Of course, we can even make some wine and drink it together on your birthday. What do you think?” Abigail had been eager to try the grapes from the manor.

Brandon felt like he was being hinted at, looked at Abigail with a gaze full of laughter and affection, “Sure.”

Abigail felt like she was about to drown in the man’s amber eyes, completely forgetting her bad mood from his lack of proactive messages. She eagerly started the task with Brandon.

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Upon learning of their plan, Housekeeper Piers immediately had the necessary materials prepared.

Over the years, the manor had a tradition of making homemade wine. The equipment was very professional and comprehensive.

So, in the autumn evening, Abigail began picking the grapes from the manor, attracting Aunt Claudia, Kelly, and their children to come and watch from the side.

Brandon stood by and occasionally gave some advice, looking like a seasoned winemaking expert.

Soon, the manor was filled with the rich and sweet aroma of grapes, making everyone intoxicated.

After completing the final process, Abigail and Brandon sealed the fermentation vat and placed it in the underground wine cellar. Abigail looked at her afternoon’s work with a sense of anticipation for enjoying the red wine with Brandon, not expecting the process to be so arduous.

…

Evening.

Abigail finally added Brandon’s real Facebook account, but once added, she felt it might still be fake.

The account managed by Pullan occasionally posted some of Brandon’s information, and the ID was Brandon Piers’s full name, making it clear who the owner was.

But this so-called real private account had an ID name of a simple letter “Y,” a profile picture of a half-eaten cotton candy, and only three Facebook Circle posts, which amazed Abigail. One post was a video of her dancing at the Gills City charity ball, another was a double steak dinner from the night they confirmed their relationship, and the last one was a heart-shaped breakfast fried egg.

There were no captions, but each post radiated pink, love-filled vibes.

Abigail secretly messaged Pullan, “Honestly, is this another temporary dummy account created by your second young master?”

Pullan felt sour seeing this, “Rest assured, this is indeed the second young master’s private account. You didn’t see it wrong—he truly is this kind.”

A man completely changed by love.

Abigail, “… All right.”

Abigail replied indifferently with an “all right,” but she couldn’t suppress the smile tugging at her lips.

Just then, Kelly, who had sent Tate back to be looked after by her mother-in-law, walked in, saw the smile on Abigail’s face, and came closer, “What are you thinking about, smiling so sweet and lovestruck?”

“Who’s lovestruck?” Abigail retorted, but the smile on her face did not diminish.

Kelly clicked her tongue and bumped her two thumbs together, “You must be thinking about what happened with the second young master last night, huh? You know what I mean!”

“I don’t know!” Abigail looked at Kelly’s teasing expression, feeling a wave of embarrassment.

Kelly didn’t let her off, “Everyone knows you spent the night in the second young master’s room last night. Even Grandpa Smith knows. Stop being shy.”

Abigail widened her eyes in disbelief, “You guys… How could Uncle Piers do such a thing!”

This house truly had no reliable people.

Aunt Claudia, watching from the side, laughed while supporting her waist when she saw Abigail’s embarrassed and angry expression.

Seeing this, Abigail glanced at the sleeping Teddy, “I’m going to the gym.”

“No need to come back tonight. We can take care of Teddy,” Kelly called out from behind her.

Aunt Claudia added, “Tomorrow’s the weekend. No need to wake up early.”

Abigail’s fair face turned bright red. She glared at them angrily, “I’m hosting a class trip to the manor tomorrow. It’s going to be busy.”

“Don’t worry. Housekeeper Piers already had everyone prepare,” Kelly quickly responded.

Abigail, “…”

Unable to stay any longer, she went straight to the gym on the third floor, only to find Brandon there as well.

The man had already been working out for a while, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, making his short hair half wet. Seeing her come in, he glanced at the time, “From now on, come earlier. You’ve hit a bottleneck and need to increase your workout to break through it.”

Watching the man, who was even more attractive than usual while working out, sweat rolling down to his Adam’s apple as he spoke, Abigail felt a bit dazed. Remembering Kelly’s earlier words, she bit her lip and replied dully, “Hmm.”

The man was right. She needed to intensify her workouts!