Chapter 259: Chapter 259: Should We Raise Funds to Send Elder Piers to Get a Makeover?
“Pff!”
Abigail was having breakfast. She had just taken a sip of milk when she saw the news about Ruby Green and Clark Stone being mistakenly caught at a hotel with a certain Best Actress. She couldn’t hold it in and sprayed the milk out.
Sitting directly opposite her was Brandon Piers. The milk sprayed right onto his face.
Abigail realized what had happened, quickly got up, ran to Brandon’s side, grabbed a napkin, and started wiping his face, repeatedly apologizing.
But the man just stared at her coldly, as if giving a death stare.
The atmosphere in the dining room was a bit awkward.
Abigail looked to Grandfather Piers for help, but he acted like he hadn’t heard anything and just kept eating.
Helpless, Abigail whispered, “So what do you want to do? Should I let you spray in the face too?”
After saying that, she poured a glass of milk and placed it in front of Brandon.
For the first ti in his life, Brandon Piers had been sprayed in the face with milk. The anger in his heart was imaginable. He was fuming when he heard Abigail say that, glancing at the milk, then at Abigail’s big face. He was both angry and amused, “Are you sure?”
Abigail, very righteously, said, “It was my fault; I admit it.”
Brandon reached out and picked up the glass of milk. His long, well-defined fingers slowly rubbed the bottom of the cup, while he gave Abigail a sidelong glance.
Abigail was afraid he thought she was just joking, so she patted her own cheeks, “Don’t worry, just go ahead.”
“Cough, cough…” Grandfather Piers, who had been trying to minimize his presence, finally couldn’t help but cough.
“Grandpa, are you alright?” Abigail asked with concern.
Elder Piers weakly shook his head, then looked at the glass of milk in his grandson’s hand and the milk stains on his cheeks that hadn’t dried yet, saying earnestly, “You young people… if you want to play, go back to your room.”
Abigail and Brandon, “…”
“And, Abigail, Brandon just had surgery. His body isn’t in great shape. You need to take good care of him and don’t let him get too tired, or it will be bad for his recovery,” Elder Piers finished saying and very considerately got up. “Of course, if you think this place is good, Grandpa can give you so space.”
Saying that, Elder Piers glared at the housekeeper, “What are you standing around for, you old coot!”
Housekeeper Piers, feeling unfairly blad, quickly went up to support Elder Piers, “Sir, are you done eating?”
“Done, done. By the way, hasn’t it been a long ti since we gave the courtyard staff so ti off?” Elder Piers asked as he walked.
The aging Housekeeper Piers was a bit confused. Weren’t the maids in the old house full-ti employees? Their vacations also followed a set schedule.
But before he could respond, Elder Piers had already given the order, “Go on, let them take half a day off today. Tell them not to co to the main house.”
“Yes, sir.” Housekeeper Piers didn’t understand why, but he didn’t dare question it and rely responded carefully.
Left in the dining room were only Brandon and Abigail, looking at each other… They saw confusion in each other’s eyes.
Until Abigail’s gaze fell on the milk stain at the corner of Brandon’s mouth, making the man look even more devilishly alluring. She suddenly rembered her days at Yale. Her roommates were all Westerners, older than her, and rather open-minded in certain aspects. Once, they said that, as dical students, they needed to understand the human body better, so they put on a “daily life of a married couple” film.
And to be considerate of her, they even chose an Asian film.
At that ti…
Abigail’s face suddenly turned bright red. So, what was Grandfather Piers thinking just now?
At his age, was being so indiscriminate really okay?
Abigail’s blushing cheeks made Brandon realize sothing. He looked incredulously at the chubby little girl beside him, then at the long-gone figure of his own grandfather, and suddenly ground his teeth, “Old and shaless!”
Abigail, “…”
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