Chapter 563: Chapter 563: Abigail, are you still mad at ? Chapter 563: Chapter 563: Abigail, are you still mad at ? Brandon Piers sat on the sofa, staring at the images projected on the wall, feeling extrely dejected.
He was crazily missing his little chubby, but did his little chubby already forget him?
During the day, he could calmly analyze data to determine where Abigail might have been taken. But once it was quiet around, the self-bla and regret tortured him like a bone-eroding poison.
Especially when he thought about the last ti he saw Abigail and the things he said.
Even if he found her, would she choose him again?
“Heh.” At this thought, Brandon couldn’t help but let out a self-deprecating chuckle, raised his glass, and took a sip. In the country, he could restrain himself with Teddy and grandpa there, but at this mont, he was heartbroken and couldn’t extricate himself, especially thinking about what David just said, how that Foster guy was also a fool, giving up such a promising future just for Abigail.
Could he really win back Abigail against soone like Jeffrey Foster?
“Abigail, are you still mad at ?” At the last drink, Brandon couldn’t help but mumble lowly. At this mont, the phone rang in his ear, bringing his mind back to clarity. He answered the phone, “Speak.”
“Second Young Master, there is a passenger on a flight to Australia who fits the description of Ma’am very closely.” The voice on the other end of the line still carried a hint of excitent.
“Arrange a flight to Australia imdiately.” The alcohol blurred from Brandon’s mind as he stood up imdiately and dialed David’s number, “Keep an eye on that old guy Matsumoto for during this ti.”
“Where are you planning to go?” David frowned. Was he planning to search the whole world for Abigail? Finding soone like Jeffrey Foster, whose mind was terrifyingly ticulous, wouldn’t be easy in a short ti.
“Australia.”
“Have you thought about what will happen to the Piers Corporation if you run around the world like this? Your third uncle is not a good person. Be careful he doesn’t take advantage of your vulnerability and kill you.” David beca as anxious as a bull when he heard ‘Australia.’ That place was vast; looking for soone there was like finding a needle in a haystack.
“I will arrange everything. Besides, I can’t care that much.” Brandon’s first sentence ended in self-deprecating mumbling. Every ti he closed his eyes now, he saw Abigail’s hurt gaze.
David was shocked to silence, thinking to himself that he should rely more on physical exertion in the future. Emotional involvent was too terrifying; he couldn’t handle it.
That night, Brandon went to Australia, and it lasted for over a month.
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Farm.
Abigail’s weight loss was becoming noticeable recently.
She didn’t think she tried that hard but dropped from 138 pounds to 120 pounds. This 18-pounds loss brought a qualitative change to her.
The once chubby face now had more definition, making her already bright peachy eyes appear larger, sparkling as she glanced around. Her dainty nose added a touch of elegance, making her look pure yet charming, with her soft pink lips hinting at an erging beauty.
Abigail herself didn’t feel much about this change, but the most direct reaction ca from Bob.
This eight-year-old foreign boy had been frequently bringing his dog Carney to Abigail’s house in recent days. Finally, he gathered the courage to look at Abigail, “Beautiful miss, are you and that gentleman husband and wife?”
Abigail tilted her head to look at Jeffrey Foster, who was tidying up the garden, smiled, and nodded. She then saw the little boy’s face fill with disappointnt, but after ten seconds, he perked up again, “Will you two get divorced?”
Abigail was about to turn around, “…”
“A beautiful miss like you should be with a gentleman like . I think you’d be more suitable as my wife,” the boy said, adjusting his pink bow tie.
It was the first ti Abigail was so seriously confessed to by an eight-year-old boy, making her montarily laugh and cry. Not wanting to hurt a young boy’s heart, she said, “Well then, you need to get my husband’s permission.”
Bob imdiately reached out, grabbing Carney’s neck, “I’ll give you my beloved Carney. Please wait for .”
With that, he thrust Carney into Abigail’s arms.
Abigail hastily caught the big white goose and then saw Bob trotting toward Jeffrey, bowing politely, “Sir, I challenge you. If you lose, please leave the beautiful miss. Only I can give her happiness.”
Jeffrey, trimming the garden, looked back with a smile and saw Abigail holding the restless Carney, with a look as if she was hit by lightning.
Jeffrey couldn’t help but chuckle, then earnestly replied to Bob, “But I only accept challenges from gentlen aged eighteen and older. Why don’t you take Carney ho for now and challenge when you turn eighteen?”
Bob tilted his head in thought, “Really?”
“Of course. When you’re eighteen, you’ll be taller, stronger, and much better than . Challenging then will give you a greater advantage,” Jeffrey said seriously.
Bob thought about it and found the other’s words sensible, then he walked back to Abigail, “Beautiful miss, please return my Carney. I’ll give it to you again when I turn eighteen.”
Abigail hurriedly handed the big white goose back to the little guy, watching him leave and then turning to see Jeffrey’s teasing smile.
“Is it that funny?” Abigail looked at the bouquet in Jeffrey’s hand, a bunch of white daisies.
“I didn’t expect our little Abigail to be so popular. Seems I need to work out more, or so young and strong fellow will knock down and steal my wife,” Jeffrey teased Abigail. However, his mind drifted back to the punch Brandon gave him at the hotel.
“You kind of do,” Abigail responded without any reservation.
Jeffrey chuckled, stepping forward to grab Abigail, but she dodged. Unbothered, he handed her the daisies naturally.
Abigail knew the aning behind daisies; she once used them to confess to her senior by secretly printing daisies on a couple’s mug.
Unexpectedly, one day she would receive a return gift from her senior. Holding the daisies, her heart fluttered but also felt an unspeakable lancholy. Raising her head, she t Jeffrey’s affectionate gaze and whispered, “Senior, can you wait a bit longer for ?”
She didn’t know why, even though they were getting along harmoniously, even though the life in front of her was what she used to yearn for the most, she couldn’t let go of the burden in her heart. Every quiet night, she could hear a baby crying and a strange male voice constantly calling her na.
Every ti she woke up, she couldn’t tell if it was a dream or sothing that really happened.
“Abigail, don’t feel guilty, don’t bla yourself. Life is long; I can always wait for you,” Jeffrey replied softly.
But his gentle attitude only made Abigail more guilty.
“We’ve been here for over a month. I promised to take you to the island on the sea. Shall we leave tomorrow?” Jeffrey didn’t want Abigail to dwell too much on negative emotions, making her rember things she shouldn’t rember, so he quickly suggested.
Hearing that, Abigail was indeed delighted, “Okay.”
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