Chapter 237: Chapter 237: Abigail is My Fiancée
“Cough, cough, cough…”
Realizing what she was thinking about, Abigail Green choked on her own saliva.
Stop!
Abigail ordered herself.
Because she found that once she started accepting this setting, she could no longer look Brandon Piers directly in the eyes.
Also, the more she thought about it, the more she felt these two were annoyingly perfect for each other.
Brandon Piers lay on the hospital bed and suddenly noticed Abigail’s strange gaze. He then looked at Pullan, who was like a large dog beside him. “Is the lawn mowed?”
Pullan stood rigidly, nearly spilling the water he was holding, and looked at Brandon nervously. “Young master, can I not mow the lawn?”
“No.” Brandon’s single word crushed Pullan’s hopes. Pullan turned around, abandoned the water, picked up his large scissors, and left the room to continue mowing the lawn.
Abigail: “…”
Is this a tsundere uke versus loyal dog se?
“Abigail Green, I don’t care what you’re thinking, get rid of it.” Just when Abigail’s thoughts were running wild, Brandon suddenly spoke to her coldly.
Abigail snapped back to reality, smiled awkwardly at the man’s beautiful face, but t Jeffrey Foster’s inquisitive gaze and felt a bit embarrassed.
After all, spacing out in front of the person she liked was bad enough, let alone having fujoshi thoughts.
Jeffrey Foster was also montarily stunned by Abigail’s bright, almond-shaped eyes. He had noticed this girl’s beautiful, expressive eyes even though she was overweight, but being stared at so close gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
It even made him feel like he was seeing an old schoolmate.
“Dean Foster?” Brandon Piers felt quite uncomfortable seeing Jeffrey staring at Abigail and spoke with a hint of sharpness in his gentle voice.
Jeffrey quickly ca back to his senses, realized his lapse, and apologized. Then he softly asked, “Miss Green, do you know Dr. Smith?”
This ti, it was Abigail’s turn to be taken aback, but she quickly reacted. She instinctively wanted to shake her head but rembered what she told Benjamin Jones and nodded. “Yes, Dr. Smith helped before.”
“Dr. Smith helped you? Why don’t I rember that?” Jeffrey Foster asked instinctively.
Abigail: “…” Why should he rember who helped her?
But thinking back to her previous life, she was either in the operating room or on the way there, with almost no personal life. Most of her work was arranged by Jeffrey Foster anyway, so his question was understandable.
But her lie wasn’t good to maintain.
“Maybe… you were just busy.” Abigail had not lied much in her past life and now found that lying was not sothing everyone could do. If you tell one lie, you have to tell two more to cover it up, and three to cover those.
“Oh, really?” Jeffrey Foster looked at Abigail, feeling it was strange that Benjamin Jones had helped a woman he didn’t even know.
Even stranger was that Benjamin, who was usually aloof, had invited him to et. Unfortunately, as soon as he got off the plane, he was harassed by several people and it took so effort to get to Brandon Piers. Before he could et the man, Benjamin had flown to England due to urgent matters.
But he felt that Benjamin’s request must be related to the person in front of him.
Abigail felt awkward. Not good at lying, she felt her face start to heat up, especially when Jeffrey Foster, usually gentle and courteous, was so aggressive today.
One “Oh, really?” left Abigail at a loss for words.
Fortunately, soone couldn’t stand it anymore. Brandon Piers saw Abigail starting to chat with Jeffrey Foster, her face gradually turning red, and felt inexplicably irritable. So before Abigail figured out how to answer Jeffrey, he suddenly spoke, “Co here.”
Abigail was stunned, then, as if pardoned, hurried forward.
Brandon Piers seized the opportunity to take Abigail’s hand. “I forgot to introduce Dr. Foster, this is my fiancée, Abigail.”
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