Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 818: Some things of the past will eventually pass

Chapter 818: Chapter 818: Some things of the past will eventually pass

The dinner party lasted until eleven o’clock at night before ending. Abigail and Brandon Piers saw off Headmaster Theodore and a few senior fellows, then took Noel Roberts and others outside of the manor, while Pullan directly drove Lena Locke and others back to the school.

Church Smith and Clara Smith had been arranged to go to the guest room to rest early on.

After everyone dispersed, Brandon Piers, holding Abigail’s hand, strolled leisurely on the manor’s bluestone-paved path, talking about some insignificant trivial matters, when they noticed a servant rushing towards the direction of Moon Lake.

Abigail recognized the person; it was the special nurse watching over Eva Bell.

Both feeling a strange emotion, they glanced at each other and followed, only to see the maid rushing back from the lakeside and running into Abigail and Brandon Piers, with her plump face awkwardly flushed red, "Second Young Master, Young Mistress."

"What’s the matter?" Brandon Piers asked with a stern face.

"It’s like this, just now the mistress woke up and drank her medicine, and then insisted on having watermelon to satisfy her craving. I went to look in the kitchen, but when I came back, she was gone. I asked the security, and they said she didn’t leave, so I thought to look for her within the manor," the maid answered anxiously.

Abigail frowned, "Let’s ask Uncle Piers to have everyone search together. It’s late at night, and her health is not good. It wouldn’t be good if something happened."

"No need," Brandon said, and after checking his phone, he instructed the maid standing by, "I know where the mistress is. You go Rest."

After speaking, Brandon led Abigail towards another side of Moon Lake.

Abigail had lived by Moon Lake for quite a while, but due to various reasons, she actually hadn’t spent much time inside, so she didn’t know Moon Lake very well. Now seeing Brandon leading her towards the northeast corner, she felt puzzled, "Why would Eva Bell go there?"

She had vaguely heard Uncle Piers mention that that place was an orchard with many fruit trees, but there shouldn’t be any fruits in winter now.

"You’ll know when we get there." Brandon Piers didn’t answer Abigail’s question but just held her hand tighter.

After walking for quite a while, they finally arrived. The moonlight was good that night, and most of the leaves in the woods had already fallen, stepping on them gave a comfortable soft feeling. Abigail didn’t think someone with Eva Bell’s personality would come here, but she trusted Brandon’s judgment and obediently followed.

"Is that... persimmons?" Abigail didn’t find Eva Bell at first, but she saw a tree filled with orange-red fruits, not large, but unusually red, covering the entire tree as if dabbed on by a brush soaked in cinnabar, and the tree branches were artistically bent, probably quite old. Abigail asked and then realized those were persimmons.

She had never seen such a big persimmon tree before, unlike the common ones outside, and she felt a bit surprised, but in the next moment, she saw the hem of a dress inadvertently sticking out from behind the thick trunk, and she subconsciously turned her head to look at Brandon.

Brandon nodded his head, leading Abigail towards the person under the tree.

Eva Bell had heard the noise earlier but hadn’t moved until the two of them stood in front of her, awkwardly turning her head away, her hand still holding some dirty documents.

Brandon Piers probably had an idea in his mind but didn’t ask further, just glanced at the time, "It’s cold at night, better to go back early."

After speaking, he tightened the clothes on Abigail and was ready to leave with her in his arms.

Abigail raised an eyebrow at the man, feeling curious but not asking more, obediently following. Suddenly, she heard Eva Bell speak abruptly, "Do you really hate me that much?"

Brandon Piers stopped in his tracks, seemingly seriously contemplating the question before replying to Eva Bell, "I had some when I was a child, but now... you’re just an insignificant person to me."

Because she was insignificant, there was no talk of love or hate.

If Brandon Piers said he hated her, Eva Bell might feel somewhat better, but hearing that she was an insignificant person to him hurt even more than hatred.

"I’m sorry, Brandon, I’m really sorry, it wasn’t intentional, it wasn’t intentional..." She woke up to find out that her son has registered the marriage with Abigail Green. Overwhelmed with anger and remembering that stack of documents, she opened them with fury, only to discover that she was wrong, she had been wrong from the very beginning. She never thought that Oliver Piers truly loved her, and that it was always her who misunderstood him.

Because of this misunderstanding, it indirectly led to his death. Because of her obsession, she was manipulated by Oliver Piers. For years, she had caused dissension and discord between her and her son, even going so far as to almost get the woman her son deeply loved killed.

Brandon Piers turned his back to Eva Bell. Over the years, it wasn’t that he hadn’t thought about hearing an apology from his mother; but now that he finally got it, he didn’t feel any sense of relief. Instead, he thought of the woman in his dreams, who was deeply in love with his father and was gentle and patient with him.

The situations we encounter in life are truly important. If Minnie Swift hadn’t separated from his father, they might have been very happy. If Minnie Swift had separated and left the country as Abigail had arranged, going far away to find true love, without jealousy in his mother’s heart, and if the misunderstandings had been resolved between her and his father much earlier like in his dreams, they would have been happy too.

But if every deviation in between turned out like the ’ifs’, he and Abigail probably wouldn’t have ended up together.

So... life is about gains and losses, I suppose.

He is a selfish man, so he just wants to hold on tightly to his own happiness.

"Abigail and I have set our wedding for next April, you take good care of yourself, and don’t have any more crooked thoughts about Abigail." After listening to Eva Bell’s apology, Brandon Piers finally responded after a long time, then walked back with Abigail.

Abigail looked back at Eva Bell, who stood under the red fruits with her shoulders trembling slightly, then turned to look at the man beside her with a slight smile on her lips. Her man was always the softest-hearted one.

"What are you laughing at, you silly girl?" Brandon Piers felt the woman’s amusement beside him and asked affectionately.

"Laughing at you." Abigail responded and then curiously asked, "Why did she go to the persimmon tree?"

"My dad loved persimmons the most." Brandon Piers finished and then seemed to remember something, adding, "I liked them as a child too."

Abigail was surprised, "How come I didn’t know about this?"

"Stopped eating them later." Brandon Piers replied, thinking about the happiest times when his family of four would pick persimmons every year when they ripened. His father would bring his mother to pick persimmons, while he played with his sister by Moon Lake, turning over stones and catching fish and shrimp. Later... after his father passed away, no one cared for the persimmon tree, and it even became taboo in the manor.

"They look so sweet, I want to eat them," Abigail guessed the reason.

Hearing this, Brandon Piers reached out to ruffle her hair, "Okay, I’ll take you to pick them tomorrow."

Abigail’s smile became even brighter upon hearing this.

Some pasts will eventually pass.

...

After the gathering at Moon Lake Manor, Abigail and Brandon Piers’ wedding preparations got underway.

Abigail didn’t expect the wedding to be so troublesome.

Trying on wedding dresses, taking photos, selecting outfits, writing invitations...

Everything seems simple, but doing them well requires time. By the time all of this was done, winter had already arrived in Swallow City.

Winter is always bustling. Various festive marketing makes the coldness of the entire city diminish.

After Christmas Eve is Christmas, and after Christmas is New Year’s Day.

Piers family does not celebrate Western holidays, but they place a great importance on New Year’s Day, and Housekeeper Piers had begun preparations early on.

The dry and chilly December of Swallow City was hard to bear, but luckily Moon Lake Manor had its own ecological system. Apart from some dormant plants, there were still plenty of evergreen trees which after a snowfall had a charm of their own. With the careful management and the specially hung red lanterns by Housekeeper Piers, the whole estate was brimming with festive joy.

The old master, whose health had deteriorated with the winter, had given Brandon Piers an order to bring Abigail and his grandson home before the new year.

Out of concern for the old master’s health and after much persuasion by Brandon, Abigail finally relented before New Year’s Day.

On the day of the move, Brandon breathed a huge sigh of relief.

Watching the man’s expression from the side, Abigail couldn’t help but laugh, "Is it really that serious?"

"With dangers lurking before and behind, do you think it’s serious?" Brandon replied in dissatisfaction.

Abigail couldn’t help but burst into laughter, lying in Brandon’s arms as she found his jealousy amusing. But then she saw Benjamin Jones talking intimately with a woman outside the car window, and she curiously pressed her head against the glass to get a better look.

Brandon turned his head in confusion, only to see Abigail watching Benjamin. His face darkened as he turned her head towards him, "What’s so interesting about Benjamin Jones? He has a face like a block of ice every day. Am I not better looking?"

"Of course not, I’m looking at the woman next to him. It’s my first time seeing Benjamin so intimate with a woman. Tsk tsk," Abigail was full of gossip.

Brandon glanced sideways, and then turned Abigail’s head back again, "You’re not allowed to look either."

"Why are you so overbearing?" Abigail retorted with a Tsukkomi.

At this moment, the ignored Teddy squeezed his little head next to Abigail, "Daddy’s overbearing, daddy’s overbearing."

Abigail was startled for a second, then burst into laughter.

Brandon reached out and tapped his son’s head, "Naughty thing."

Teddy immediately protested, "Teddy is not a naughty thing."

Abigail scolded her man with a glance, hugging her son in her arms, "Yes yes, our Teddy is not a naughty thing."

Teddy, nestled in his mother’s arms, happily sought a kiss with his chubby little face lifted up. free𝑤ebnovel.com

Entertained by her son, Abigail kissed the little guy’s cheek and leaned against the man, holding her son with half of her body while the car continued past Benjamin’s villa.

Benjamin Jones was talking with Catherine Ford when he heard a noise and looked up, only catching a glimpse of a silhouette inside the car.

Abby had specifically mentioned moving houses last night, and he had offered to handle the lease termination for her. Abby did not refuse, but Brandon’s smugness beside them always provoked a punching impulse in him.

But what could he do, when Abby was so fond of the other party?

"Lawyer Jones, did you hear me?" Catherine spoke for a while but seeing no response from Lawyer Jones, she looked up only to find the usually stern and meticulous man daydreaming.

After a moment of surprise, she softly called out to him and saw that he finally redirected his gaze. She caught a glimpse of the car he was looking at, seeing the woman’s beautiful profile inside, and felt her heart sink, recalling some rumors about Lawyer Jones.

It turned out to be true.

"Oh." Benjamin Jones snapped back to reality, suddenly thinking of something, "Are you still being harassed by your ex-husband?"

"Ah?" Catherine Ford didn’t know why Lawyer Jones suddenly turned to this question.

"Here’s the thing, my friend’s villa has been vacant recently, and they temporarily need someone to watch the house. The salary is not high, only three thousand per month, but the upside is you can live there for the time being. The daily tasks involve cleaning and maintaining the yard’s plants. Can you do it?" Benjamin Jones politely asked the frail yet strong-willed woman.

Catherine Ford was just delivering documents to Lawyer Jones on behalf of her company, originally discussing work matters until she heard Benjamin Jones’s offer and paused, before finally nodding in agreement after a while, "I can do that."

Her current salary is only five thousand per month. Alice has just started kindergarten, and not having a Swallow City household registration, she had to pay fifty thousand just for the school selection fee, which not only spent all her savings but also left her in considerable debt. After the new term starts, with a monthly tuition fee of two thousand seven hundred, plus rent, she barely has less than a thousand left for living expenses and is scrimping and saving every day.

Although the court ordered her ex-husband to pay a thousand yuan in alimony each month post-divorce, three months have passed without a single penny given, and she had no intention of asking, since the child wasn’t his.

Now, Lawyer Jones’s proposal not only solved her housing problem but would also provide an additional three thousand in subsidies. Even with self-restraint in front of Benjamin Jones, she couldn’t help but let a spark of light flicker in her eyes.

Seeing the stars twinkling in the woman’s eyes, Benjamin Jones felt his mood inexplicably brightening, "Hmm, I’ll take you there, and you can move in anytime you find convenient."

"Right now?" Catherine Ford was surprised.

"Yes, it’s just next door." Benjamin Jones pointed towards the house that Abigail had just left from, striding towards it.

Catherine Ford didn’t expect the house mentioned by Benjamin Jones to be right beside his villa. Her heart thumped uncontrollably, and though she considered refusing, thinking of Alice, she bit her lip and inquired, "Lawyer Jones, will it be inconvenient if I bring my child along?"

"It’s fine, as long as you don’t dirty the house and keep the interior well maintained," Benjamin Jones answered casually.

"Thank you." Catherine Ford murmured her thanks, already outside the villa, watching as Benjamin Jones opened the gate and led her inside.

The interior was unusually warm and tidy, without the hasty disarray of a departure, and the three-story villa was so luxurious it took her breath away, no wonder it needed someone to keep watch and maintain it.

"You can have the child stay with you in the guest bedroom on the first floor. The kitchen and bathroom are open for use, and you don’t have to clean every day, just keep it tidy," said Brandon Piers, walking to the front door, "Come on, register your fingerprint."

Catherine Ford nodded quickly, but as it was her first time using a fingerprint lock, she did not know how to set it up, and failed several attempts, beads of sweat appearing on her forehead in her urgency. The man next to her saw this and helped her set it up. When they finished, Benjamin Jones’s hand accidentally brushed against Catherine Ford’s, and perhaps it was due to the dry air of winter that static electricity sparked on her skin, jolting them both in the moment of contact.

"I... I’m sorry..." Catherine Ford hastily apologized, her heart racing tumultuously, uncontrollable thoughts flickering back to fragmented memories from three years ago.

Benjamin Jones, however, paused momentarily, "No harm done."

Yet a strange feeling arose in his heart, as if this scene felt familiar. As he pondered on what seemed like déjà vu, his phone rang at just the right time. Deciding not to dwell on it, he casually said to Catherine Ford, "It’s set now. Just let me know when you move, and I’ll inform the property management in advance."

After saying this, Benjamin Jones answered his phone and left.

Catherine Ford stood inside the vast villa, still somewhat dazed.

For the past three years, she had thought that there would be no further interactions between them. Yet unexpectedly, the person who rescued her from dire straits was him, and now she had become an employee of a company associated with him, and oddly now, his neighbor, owing him a new favor.

Standing in the unfamiliar villa, a wave of complexity washed over Catherine Ford’s heart, yet she quickly regained her composure, suppressed the slight turmoil that had risen within, and, as if nothing had happened, exited the villa.