Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 421 - Are You Addicted to Pinching Me

Chapter 421: Chapter 421: Are You Addicted to Pinching Me?

Chapter 421 -421: Are You Addicted to Pinching Me?

In the car.

Abigail leaned lazily against the car seat, feeling completely exhausted.

She felt tired. Her relationship with her grandpa was like a dead-end cycle. She could feel his love, but she was also weary of his despotism and irritability.

She couldn’t bear to leave, but also wanted to escape.

Was her mom in the same predicament back then? And then chose to run away?

After what happened with Minnie Swift, Abigail had forgiven her mother a lot. Instead, she started to have fantasies, hoping to see her in her lifetime.

Where could she be now? Was she well? Did she still remember she once had a daughter?

“What are you thinking about?” Brandon Piers saw Abigail slumped in the car and reached out to poke her cheek.

Abigail was dissatisfied, “Can’t you poke somewhere else?”

“Plenty of flesh, soft, good to poke.” Brandon smirked mischievously.

Abigail felt shy and annoyed, “I have many places with plenty of flesh. Do you want to poke them all?”

Who knew after she said that, Brandon’s eyes lit up, “Are you serious?”

“What… do you plan to do?” Abigail felt guilty as she met the sudden gleam in his amber eyes. She remembered what she had just said, instinctively looking down at her fleshiest parts, then quickly back at him, “Don’t even think about it.”

“Think about what?” Someone elegantly and earnestly played rogue.

“You…” Abigail’s bright eyes stared at him, her hands suddenly protecting her chest.

Brandon was taken aback. His long fingers, with distinct joints, reached out and poked Abigail’s soft tummy, “I meant your belly. What were you thinking?”

Abigail looked at his candidly handsome face and wondered if she was really the perverted one.

But…

“Can you stop poking? It tickles.” Abigail protested while laughing from the tickle.

“Where does it tickle?” Brandon’s voice suddenly dropped a few degrees. He lightly poked Abigail’s ticklish spot again, “Hmm, you’ve lost four pounds. Finally broke through five.”

Abigail fell on the sofa from the tickle. She thought his first sentence sounded strange but was more curious about his machine-like eyes, “How can you tell?”

“Maybe it’s a built-in advantage of OCD?” Brandon said, his gaze falling on Abigail’s smooth skin that had turned pink from laughter. His eyes darkened, feeling somewhat self-contemptuous.

Abigail snorted at his answer, “If OCD had that function, I’d want it too. Ugh… stop poking, stop poking, ah…”

Before she could finish complaining, Brandon suddenly applied pressure, making Abigail shout in pain. She kicked him in an attempt to push him away, but missed and pulled at her wound, letting out a groan.

Brandon immediately stopped. “Are you hurt? Let me see.”

He said and lifted Abigail’s pant leg, revealing three scars.

His face changed dramatically, “Peter, turn around! I need to talk some sense into that old man. Who does he think he is to hit you!”

“It was my fault.” If it were before, Grandpa Smith wouldn’t have been able to hit her so easily. Today she got hit mainly because she wasn’t agile enough, and Grandpa clearly had a mind to test her resolve.

In her previous life, she hadn’t been hit by Grandpa since she was sixteen. But during those years, she had learned a great deal from being disciplined.

She however bore emotional wounds, the reason for her coldness towards Grandpa in later years.

“Your fault? This is what you call your fault?” Brandon genuinely regretted not beating that old man earlier. No wonder Grandpa Smith had the heart to break young Abigail’s leg when she was sixteen. How repulsive.

“Alright, don’t be angry. I know what I’m doing.” Abigail felt the anger rising in him because of her and gently tugged at his sleeve with her pale fingers, “Not mad anymore?”

Brandon poked Abigail’s soft cheek and muttered internally, “Your reasoning is nonsense.” He took a deep breath, “I don’t care what promise you made with Dr. Smith. From now on, unless he apologizes to you, you’re not to see him.”

“Alright.” Abigail nodded lightly. She had hoped today would be the day she could have a nice family meal with Grandpa, but things had reverted to their old ways.

If Grandpa remained stubborn, their relationship would always be stuck in this push-pull of wanting to be close but unable to, unable to sever but unable to draw near.

They would torture each other.

Before, she was alone, and it was tolerable. But in the future? She didn’t want Brandon to endure the same suffering as her. A man like him shouldn’t have to suffer like that, nor would he.

And what about Teddy? What if Grandpa took his bad temper out on Teddy in the future? She didn’t want her child to go through what she had.

So if Grandpa still wouldn’t relent this time, to protect her man and child, she would make up her mind to maintain her distance.

“Be good. Let’s go to the hospital,” Brandon understood Abigail’s resolve and softened, speaking gently.

“There’s no need.” She shook her head, glanced at Pullan, who was sitting upright in the front, “Pullan, give me the ointment Grandpa Smith just gave to Brandon.”

Pullan, who seemed upright like the best student in class but was actually enjoying witnessing PDA, was suddenly called and got startled. Realizing the lady wasn’t about to chastise him, he quickly found the bag and handed it to her, “Here you go, ma’am.”

Abigail opened the bag and found several ointments inside. Besides the burn ointment for Brandon, there was one for her leg wounds.

She unscrewed the cap and nostalgically sniffed it before carefully applying it to her wounds. The cool sensation instantly soothed her burning injury, making her feel much better. After applying, she looked at the man beside her, “Don’t worry, Grandpa Smith’s ointment is very effective, specifically for cane injuries.”

She quickly realized a flaw in her words, hurriedly adding, “I heard Dr. Smith say this before. When she was a child, she often got beaten by Grandpa Smith. Each time, the old man secretly applied this ointment after and she would heal in two days.”

Brandon watched her lie with a straight face but didn’t expose her, “That’s good. Otherwise, if your injury lingered, I’d be uncomfortable for days.”

Abigail paused and looked down at her three uneven scars, quickly covering them, “Don’t even think about it.”

“I’m not thinking about anything.” Brandon shrugged.

“Better not be.” She thought he wanted to add another to make it symmetrical for his comfort. Dream on!

Brandon looked at the angry little plump, reached out and pinched her cheek, “Why do you think I’m so bad?”

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“I thought it was a fact.” Abigail slapped his hand away. Was he addicted to pinching her face?

“Too late to regret now.” Brandon pinched her a few more times.

Abigail, dissatisfied, batted his hand away. Pullan and Peter, sitting in front, were so on edge that they didn’t dare speak. Just then, Abigail’s phone rang abruptly, breaking the car’s ambiguous atmosphere.

She took out her phone and looked at the familiar number, frowning slightly.