Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 781: Are You Planning to Change Men if I Don’t Come?

Chapter 781: Chapter 781: Are You Planning to Change Men if I Don’t Come?

Hearing the commotion, Abigail turned around and saw a man of unparalleled elegance. He was wearing the black suit he left in the morning, and perhaps due to his haste, a few strands of hair fell on his forehead, adding a hard-to-describe seductiveness to his handsome face.

Abigail’s eyes lit up, and she went forward to hold Brandon’s arm. "You’re here."

"If I didn’t come, were you planning to switch men?" Brandon side-eyed Abigail and then looked at Joshua. "Having fun?"

Joshua glanced at the affectionate pair, removed his apron, and walked to the specially designed sink for the studio. He cleaned the paint off his hands before replying to Brandon. "She just said she doesn’t plan to switch men for now; she never said she wouldn’t switch forever. You know patience is the one thing I never lack."

After speaking, he slowly dried his hands with a napkin.

Upon hearing Joshua’s words, Abigail looked at the man beside her in shock, "That’s not what I meant. I didn’t say that. I wouldn’t dare."

It wasn’t that Abigail had a strong will to survive; it was just that she couldn’t handle more with her sore waist and aching legs these past two days.

She thought to herself that although her body was younger, her energy couldn’t keep up with real young people.

Yes, probably something like that.

Abigail’s repeated denials pleased Brandon. He looked at Joshua arrogantly, as if to say, what do you think?

Joshua looked at Abigail. His charming slanted eyes were full of indescribable thoughts, as if to say, I didn’t expect you to be this kind of Abigail.

"Haha." Abigail awkwardly laughed, standing between the two men.

She truly didn’t understand what exactly attracted Joshua to her. Could she change it?

"Let’s go, Dora must be anxious." Joshua didn’t continue the entanglement with the two, speaking calmly.

Abigail couldn’t help but admire him secretly. Sure enough, they were ruthless people who could act so casually in such an awkward situation.

Just as Abigail thought the night was destined to be false yet harmonious, Joshua suddenly looked at Brandon at the top of the stairs. "Did you bring a gift for Dora?"

Brandon, "..."

"Dora is your niece in name. What are you here for if you didn’t prepare a gift?" Joshua’s tone was calm, but his words were full of disdain.

Abigail also felt embarrassed. "Um..."

"I’m not talking about you. You were invited by Dora personally; your presence is the gift." Joshua interrupted Abigail warmly and sincerely before she could speak.

Brandon reached out, holding Abigail’s hand in return. "Mr. Joshua, restrain yourself. I’m still alive."

He emphasized "Mr. Joshua" heavily, making it sound like a mockery.

Joshua heard this, "May you live a long life, as strong as the South Mountain."

"And shouldn’t I wish you to soar and reach great heights?" Brandon smiled in response.

Standing to the side, Abigail didn’t understand why these two managed to turn well wishes into a feeling of sharp curses. It made her hesitant to give anyone well wishes in the future.

Luckily, their commotion downstairs attracted Dora, who ran to the staircase. "Uncle, pretty sister, pretty brother, hurry down!"

Joshua, feeling he had the upper hand, ". . ." Pretty sister, pretty brother? What kind of nonsense? How did those two suddenly become a generation younger than him?

Brandon, feeling pleased, raised his eyebrows and looked at Abigail. "Does this count as a couple’s nickname?"

Abigail, though not understanding why Dora changed her way of addressing, saw the raised brow of her man and sighed at his childishness. She still nodded, trying to keep him from losing face in front of Joshua.

Already uncomfortable with being aged a generation by those two, Joshua looked disdainfully at Brandon before turning to his niece. "Dora, how should you address people? Call him Uncle Brandon."

A nickname instantly aged Brandon by twenty years.

Dora was stunned. "Uncle Brandon? That sounds terrible. Besides, he’s too handsome to be an uncle."

Abigail knew that the little girl hadn’t recognized Brandon as the painted-face uncle she kept saying was unworthy of her in the car.

Joshua, walking step by step, guiding his niece, "Don’t you also call me Uncle Joshua?"

"How can you compare to my pretty brother? He is so gorgeous." When Brandon came in earlier, Dora was stunned by his looks, unable to imagine there was such a good-looking man in the world. At that moment, her respect for Uncle Joshua plummeted.

Rendered speechless by his niece, Joshua’s expression was complex as he patted Dora’s head. He never thought that his elder brother’s woman not only raised the Piers’ child to be frail and delicate but also taught it to have the intelligence of a Husky, easily switching sides.

"Dora is an honest child. Brother has prepared a birthday gift for you." Brandon was very satisfied with Joshua’s discomfiture and continued shamelessly calling himself brother. He turned to Pullan, who came in holding a huge teddy bear.

Pullan quickly stepped forward. "Miss Dorothy, this is a gift from our second young master."

Seeing the pink teddy bear bigger than herself, the little girl happily hopped over to take it, not forgetting to turn and thank Brother Brandon.

Joshua’s slanted eyes were filled with contempt, but when they met Abigail’s face flushed with suppressed laughter, his gaze softened. He gently held Dora’s hand and instructed the servants to begin.

As Dora said, the living room was decorated warmly and elaborately, but there were indeed few guests.

Or rather, if Brandon hadn’t come uninvited, Abigail would probably have been the only guest.

However, besides the battling men this afternoon, they were now sitting peacefully because of two women, big and small, sitting in front of a birthday cake.

Abigail led the birthday song, wishing the little girl a happy birthday, while the two men reluctantly joined in.

Afterward, Abigail asked Pullan to take a photo of the four of them in front of the pink balloon wall.

Pullan probably never thought he would one day capture the second young master and Mr. Joshua in the same frame in this manner. Instead of feeling the warmth of the background wall, he got goosebumps. Especially seeing the expressions of the two men next to Abigail and Dora, made him feel like watching a horror film.

He hastily took the photo, handed the phone to Abigail, and then quickly stepped aside, trying to lower his presence.

After the photo and the cake, the little girl reluctantly bid farewell to the two men. Joshua, standing behind Dora, narrowed his eyes dangerously as he watched Brandon lead Abigail to a black, understated Peugeot.

Just as they left, the previously sad little girl suddenly turned seriously to her uncle. "Sister Abigail and Uncle Brandon are very much in love. You shouldn’t act like a home-wrecker. Even though I like Sister Abigail to be my aunt, my mom always said stolen happiness doesn’t last. Besides, Sister Abigail and Uncle Brandon have babies now. We should bless them."

Joshua, on his way back, ". . ."

Do little girls mature this early now? And what’s with this home-wrecker thing?

Joshua frowned, recalling Brandon whispering something to Dora earlier, suddenly feeling exasperated. This shameless thing!