LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 219 - 219 Why Doesn't She Want Me?
Chapter 219: Chapter 219 Why Doesn’t She Want Me?
Phew!
Brandon Piers took a deep breath.
But it was useless.
All he could think about was that crooked belt on Abigail’s back.
Brandon was almost sure she did it on purpose.
The outfit she was wearing, which he had chosen, didn’t have a belt in the first place.
However, after a moment of irritation, Brandon realized that more than this chubby girl intentionally vexing him, he was more upset that she was after his money, after his son, but not after him?
“Pullan!” Brandon suddenly shouted.
Pullan immediately pushed the door open and entered the room, “Second young master, Miss Green was sent back to Sincere Hospital. Miss Abigail has already arranged for a driver to pick her up. Do you have any other instructions?”
“Am I handsome?” Brandon ignored Pullan’s words, asking unexpectedly.
Pullan was petrified, looking at his second young master with a face full of confusion, seemingly pondering what the situation was that would cause him to ask such a question!
“Answer me,” Brandon looked at Pullan’s dramatic expression impatiently, his tone displeased.
“Handsome,” Pullan nodded honestly, while also thinking, how could you be just handsome? You are devastatingly beautiful, okay.
No man could compare; even female stars might not match up.
“Am I smart?”
Pullan, “…Smart.”
“Am I a gentleman?”
“…A gentleman.” Occasionally, not really.
“So since I’m handsome and smart, and a gentleman, why is she only after my money, and not me?” For the first time, Brandon seemed to doubt his life.
Pullan was stunned; the second young master was talking about Abigail? No way!
“Maybe Miss Abigail thinks you are out of her league, so she just went for your money?” Pullan, having been present at the time, understood a bit.
“Do I seem out of her league?” Brandon asked doubtfully. Did he look unattainable?
Pullan nodded honestly.
Brandon was depressed, but Pullan couldn’t help his deadly curiosity, “Second young master, do you like Miss Abigail?”
“What?” Brandon looked at Pullan dangerously, like a Persian cat whose tail had been stepped on.
Pullan stiffened, “Second… second young master, I just remembered the doctor asked me to fetch a test report.”
With that said, he swiftly disappeared from the room.
Brandon drummed his slender fingers on the thin blanket. After a while, he suddenly realized, “I don’t like her, so why do I want her to be after me?”
It was better this way, saving trouble for the future.
After all, being entangled with a chubby girl was not a good thing.
Thinking this, Brandon felt much more relieved, but still a bit unsatisfied, which he deliberately ignored. Instead, he thought about that crooked belt on Abigail’s back.
“Pullan!”
The hard-hit Pullan, who had finally found an excuse to slip away, heard the second young master’s call again, his mood was gloomy. But no matter how gloomy, he resigned himself and pushed the door open, walking in with a stiff face, “Second young master.”
Were all patients this moody?
“Take me back to the old house,” Brandon ordered with a sullen face.
Pullan, “…Second young master, you still have a test this afternoon.”
Not to mention, all the Piers family members were waiting for you to die. You’re here participating in an engagement party one moment and heading back to the old house the next. Is this really okay?
Isn’t the surgery supposed to have failed? Why did it seem like the second young master was more vigorous than before?
Considering Pullan’s nature, not telling him the surgery was successful was like giving the enemy a moving target, so Brandon never reminded Pullan.
“I’ll be back in time.” Brandon said as he carefully sat in the wheelchair, guarding his chest.
An hour later.
Abigail finished feeding Teddy and changed into one of her own shirts. Ever since she was forced to wear the clothes Brandon had picked out last time, she had been holding a breath of dissatisfaction. Thinking of Brandon’s explosive expression when he saw her back, she felt particularly pleased.
Unexpectedly, there was a rhythmic knock on the door outside.
Knock, knock. Knock, knock. Knock, knock…
Abigail frowned curiously, “Brandon Piers?”