Chapter 67: Do You Have Twenty Pounds of Flesh on Your Face?
Abigail felt the air around her grow colder, the atmosphere between them getting even more awkward. She lifted her head in confusion.
A pair of dark, shiny eyes filled with doubt. What had she said wrong?
Brandon Piers stared at the innocent eyes of Abigail, then looked at her chubby face that didn’t match her eyes at all. Suddenly, he reached out and pinched both of her cheeks.
Then he pulled them outward.
It didn’t hurt that much, but Abigail felt humiliated. Was she eating rice from his family?
“You must have twenty pounds of meat on your face, right?” Brandon watched as anger gradually rose in those peach blossom eyes, feeling his mood improve somewhat. Pinching those soft pieces of flesh, he asked quite seriously.
“You haven’t answered my question yet,” Brandon insisted, applying a bit more pressure and finding that the meat was quite elastic.
Abigail gritted her teeth, “Twenty pounds isn’t enough? Probably thirty pounds.”
“No wonder it’s so thick.” Brandon replied with a bit of surprise.
“Master Brandon, be careful. You’re pinching my face. If my hand shakes and accidentally tears your wound, it wouldn’t be good. This area is a bit special. If my hand slips down a few centimeters, what would you do for the rest of your life?” Abigail pursed her lips, puffed up her cheeks, and her peach blossom eyes curved into a crescent moon, looking sweet. But upon closer inspection, the words were full of threats.
Brandon burst out laughing after hearing this, but recalling the scene he saw at the hotel today with Clark Stone, he knew this chubby girl wasn’t just talking. Only after squeezing her face a few more times did he let go, “Not cute at all.”
“Have you ever seen a 200-pound fatty being described as cute?” Abigail smiled, her cheeks were red, and her eyes looked watery as if she had contact lenses on.
Brandon nodded, “Big cute.”
“Can I take this as Master Brandon flirting with me?”
Brandon froze. Was he flirting with a fatty?
Abigail’s words made him pause and finally come to his senses. So, what on earth was he doing?
“That’s enough.” Brandon’s tone suddenly turned cold, losing interest in the conversation. He stood up and began to walk out.
Kelly came over to replace Abigail, staring blankly at Brandon’s cold, distant back before turning to Abigail, “Did you offend Master Brandon?”
Abigail shook her head, “No.”
This man was inexplicable; she didn’t understand him.
“Oh, it’s Master Brandon after all. Be careful,” Kelly warned.
Abigail responded and went to rest.
Because Teddy needed to be fed at night, Abigail was worried she might not get proper rest. Regardless of Clark Stone or Brandon Piers, she cleared them out of her mind and quickly fell asleep to take better care of the child.
Meanwhile, Brandon Piers, who had come out of the nursery, was in a foul mood.
“How was it handled?” Pullan asked as soon as he came in, noticing Brandon was still frowning.
“Miss Green put some stimulating medication in the wine Clark Stone drank. I used his phone to send a message to Miss Wilde at the bar,” Pullan, sensing Master Brandon’s bad mood, reported while deliberately stepping back a few steps.
“Stimulating medication?” Brandon looked up.
“It was already there,” Pullan implied that it had nothing to do with Miss Abigail.
Brandon’s expression darkened a bit more. It seemed if the chubby girl hadn’t been clever today, her video could have been all over the internet by now.
The comical image of Abigail raising the wine bottle flashed through his mind, and the coldness at the corners of his lips softened slightly. “Have you found out the reason?”
“The Stone family wanted to form an alliance with the Green family, but it was probably Miss Green who facilitated it,” Pullan stated, having investigated Clark Stone’s recent activities. His contact with Abigail started after visiting Ruby Green.
Hearing Ruby Green’s name, Brandon raised an eyebrow, “A normal alliance needs drugging and filming? Keep investigating.”
A chubby girl worthy of such elaborate schemes by Ruby Green, for some reason Brandon thought of that DNA test report again. What went wrong with it?