Chapter 508: Chapter 508: Only You Can Touch My Head Chapter 508: Chapter 508: Only You Can Touch My Head Abigail jogged out of the teaching building and ca face to face with Jeffrey Foster. She stopped in her tracks. “Mr. Foster.”
“You guys ranked very high today. The probability of winning the championship is great. How’s the consideration I asked you about before?” Jeffrey Foster looked at Abigail and asked gently.
Abigail didn’t expect Jeffrey Foster to ask her this question at this ti. She thought for a mont, and since she had already made a decision, there was no need to procrastinate. “Hmm, I’ll join if we rank.”
“Thank you.” Jeffrey Foster secretly breathed a sigh of relief. As long as Abigail was willing to join his research room, many things would be much easier.
“You’re welco, Mr. Foster. Goodbye.” Abigail was in a hurry, with no mood to deal with Jeffrey Foster; she planned to leave after speaking.
Jeffrey Foster looked at her anxious appearance and thought of the figure he saw when he entered the academy just now. He understood the reason for Abigail’s urgency and suddenly didn’t want her to leave so quickly. Ignoring Abigail’s farewell, he said, “Last ti, you took a file from my junior sister’s study. That was the result of our joint research on a project, the only copy kept with her. I wonder if you could return it.”
Abigail was taken aback and didn’t expect Jeffrey Foster to openly ask her for the file, claiming it was the result of their joint research. She frowned slightly.
She admitted that when writing that paper, she did discuss so useful opinions with her senior, but hearing him say such words herself made Abigail feel very disappointed.
However, she knew that it was impossible to give that paper to Jeffrey Foster. She quickly composed herself and asked in a puzzled manner, “Mr. Foster, did you misunderstand sothing? I didn’t take any file from Dr. Smith, nor do I know what file you are referring to. I only took a photo she once entrusted to give to Grandpa Smith from the apartnt.”
Jeffrey Foster froze. “A photo?”
After asking, his gaze fell on Abigail’s face, trying to find sothing from her subtle expressions. But Abigail just looked at him in confusion and nodded. “Yes, a photo. Dr. Smith’s mother’s photo.”
“Oh, I see. Sorry for misunderstanding you,” Jeffrey Foster apologized in a low voice. If he didn’t know she was Abigail at this mont, he might have been deceived by her innocent and confused expression. But he knew exactly who she was, so her lies were like colorful bubbles in the air, bursting with a touch.
However, he didn’t mind, apologizing along with Abigail’s words.
Abigail smiled and waved at Jeffrey Foster. “Can I go now, Mr. Foster?”
“Hmm, go ahead.” Jeffrey Foster was sowhat amused by Abigail’s anxious appearance; he raised his arm, about to pat her head, when he suddenly realized that the person in front of him was no longer that little girl. And she was in a hurry to et another man, so he awkwardly grasped his hand.
Abigail was so focused on finding Brandon Piers that she didn’t notice Jeffrey Foster’s actions. Hearing his words, she dashed away, only to see a tall and handso figure just outside the teaching building.
Different from usual, today Brandon Piers wore loose-fit jeans, and a light-colored hoodie. He wore a hat and mask, showing only his long, narrow eyes, looking at Abigail with slight dissatisfaction.
Abigail had never seen this side of Brandon Piers. Who wouldn’t mistake him for a college student standing in the school?
And the man’s good looks and excellent deanor made this casual outfit even more attractive. Looking at him from afar, Abigail licked her lips involuntarily and cautiously glanced around before jogging towards him.
Today was Friday; except for so students who were self-studying at night or attending a dical competition like them, most were not in the campus, so there were few people around. But the man was so outstanding that even so, people occasionally glanced over.
Abigail naturally took Brandon Piers’ hand. “Let’s go quickly, before soone discovers us.”
“Are we sneaking around? Afraid of being discovered?” Brandon Piers asked unhappily.
Abigail noticed the tone was off. She looked up in confusion and saw the man was more dissatisfied than before. An idea flashed in her mind. “I’m afraid soone else might see you.”
Instantly, Brandon Piers felt a pang of grievance, rembering the scene he saw at the stairway. His heart felt uncomfortable, like being scratched by a cat’s claw, usually loving to hold the little chubby’s hand, now only wanting to let go. But then Abigail sneaked a lick of her lips and said, “Not only afraid others might see, but I also wish to hide you away so no one would fight with .”
Brandon Piers, who was about to let go of Abigail’s hand, wondered if this little chubby had sweetened her words today?
“I’m serious. You’re so good-looking, I’m always afraid you’d be stolen when I’m not around.” Abigail’s words were ant to tease Brandon Piers, but they also conveyed part of her true feelings.
This man was too splendid, attracting many wolves and tigers outside. She truly feared he might be lured away.
In the past, Abigail didn’t understand why so young girls felt so insecure in love. Now that she was in love herself, she realized once you fall deeply in love, you can’t avoid these selfish and secretive little feelings.
“Don’t worry, unless betrayed, I’m very loyal.” The slightly proud younger Mr. Piers answered, feeling amused, and didn’t let go of Abigail’s hand, leading her out.
Abigail couldn’t help but laugh at his words, finding this proud man truly sweet.
However, the next mont she heard him awkwardly asking, “What were you talking to Jeffrey Foster about earlier?”
“Hmm?” Abigail didn’t expect him to be at the stairway; first surprised by his question, she then guessed soone broke a jealousy pot, smiling. “Mr. Foster asked if I took a file from Dr. Smith’s apartnt last ti and wanted to return it.”
“Hah, the fox finally showed his tail.” Brandon Piers sneered. He had thought Jeffrey Foster would pretend longer, not expecting an international event to force him to reveal himself so soon.
Abigail nodded. “October and November are the most competitive months, and the next international competition is in two weeks. It’s understandable for him to be anxious.”
“Be careful,” Brandon Piers warned, still worried.
Abigail squeezed his hand, “Don’t worry, his invitation to his research room ans I’m valuable. He wouldn’t harm unless necessary.”
“Oh.” Though Brandon Piers understood the logic, he still couldn’t feel at ease, unhappily responding with an “Oh” before thinking of sothing. “Did he just pat your head?”
Abigail was puzzled, “Who patted my head?”
Seeing this, Brandon Piers realized it was a visual misperception. His mind was still uneasy, feeling Jeffrey Foster’s intentions were not limited to the Foster’s family.
Without an answer, Abigail looked up to see his stern profile, stepped on tiptoes, and pecked his ear. “No one patted my head; it’s only for you.”
“Hah, sweet talker.”
But he quite enjoyed it.
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