Chapter 748: Chapter 748: The Handso Boy from Abigail’s Household
Abigail was just being mischievous, wanting to see Brandon Piers embarrassed; she never expected to be counterattacked in the end.
Staring at the photo on the screen, the more Abigail looked, the redder her face beca, yet she couldn’t help but want to keep looking.
On a pink strawberry-thed bed sheet, the man’s shirt was half open. Although the scars from last ti hadn’t completely faded, they didn’t detract from his beautiful muscles that extended from his chest down to his six-pack abs. His loosely hanging belt on his trousers also revealed a glimpse, which was so sexy that it stirred wild thoughts even through the screen.
Even more tempting was that the man intentionally removed a few noticeable bandages from his face for the selfie. Those wounds had healed, leaving red marks on his otherwise pale, handso face, adding a touch of indescribable allure rather than diminishing his attractiveness.
Unconsciously licking her lips, Abigail felt her face burning up, yet she kept enlarging the picture to look again and again. The more she looked, the more she desired that man.
Although sowhat shaful, Abigail had to admit that just looking at the photo made her crave him.
Unfortunately, now wasn’t the ti.
She hadn’t forgotten what she said to Brandon Piers tonight.
Originally, she planned to trick him into taking a selfie on the strawberry bed sheet and then post it in the family group to mock him. But now, she surely couldn’t send it. She couldn’t bear for anyone else to see Brandon’s body, not even her family!
After thinking a bit, she set the picture as their chat background and gave Brandon a nickna: Abigail’s Little Handso Guy.
Brandon Piers, after sending the picture, couldn’t wait for Abigail’s reply and couldn’t help but ask, “Satisfied?”
Abigail stared at those three words for a while, then looked at that handso photo and deliberately replied, “Just so-so.”
Brandon: “…”
Just so-so?
Was she not satisfied?
Thinking it over, Brandon asked, “Didn’t see it all?”
At first, Abigail didn’t understand what Brandon ant. Just as she was about to ask, she received his next ssage, “No way around it. Selfies can only capture half of my body. Want to co over?”
Upon seeing this, Abigail was stunned and incredulously sent the man a string of exclamation marks.
Brandon, seeing that, replied instantly, “Don’t worry. Give five minutes.”
Having said that, Brandon was about to get up and head over to Abigail’s place when he saw her quickly send three “no” ssages, “No!”
“Not allowed!”
“Absolutely not!”
Brandon could feel Abigail’s excitent through the screen. His lips curled up; he could imagine his chubby girl’s current state, purposely asking, “Are you scared?”
“What’s there to be scared of?” Abigail touched her burning face. If she allowed that man to co, he’d probably be smug. Besides, with the way he’d just deliberately teased her, didn’t he know what he ca over for?
Of course, if he did co, she really didn’t have much self-restraint.
But regardless, Abigail thought she couldn’t lose on a psychological level. Seeing his ssage about her being scared, she replied without hesitation, adding an exclamation mark for emphasis.
Surprisingly, Brandon casually responded with three words, “Afraid of getting fucked.”
Abigail threw her phone away after one look, feeling as if she’d been burned, her whole body shivering with sha because of that man.
Where was this person’s morality?
Abigail felt like her whole body was on fire. Touching her face, which was even hotter than before, she curled up and covered her face with a blanket. Only after a long while did she peek out, taking deep breaths, then hiding her head again. After a mont, she couldn’t resist extending her fair, slender arm to drag the phone back into the blanket. She looked at his ssage and the previous photo, finally replying with two words, “Pervert.”
Brandon saw the ssage and imdiately started a video call.
Abigail, still hiding under the blanket after sending the ssage, was startled by the sudden ringtone. Trying to decline but accidentally accepting, she then saw the lazy yet elegant handso man on the other side, unconsciously licking her lips.
Brandon, seeing the dark screen, could only make out Abigail by the faint light, eventually confirming she was under the blanket. He amusingly asked, “What are you hiding under the blanket for? Co out.”
Perhaps because Abigail was too provoked earlier, Brandon’s voice now sounded even more attractive than in person, filled with an indescribable magnetism that made her wonder if she would lt on the spot if he had sent those three words via voice ssage.
“Abigail, Abigail…”
Not getting a response, Brandon called out to her worryingly a few tis. Suddenly waking up from her thoughts, Abigail realized what she had been imagining, feeling even more ashad. She refused to co out of the blanket.
She knew Brandon would tease her upon seeing her flushed face, so she couldn’t co out. Reluctantly, she answered, “I’m here.”
However, after saying those three words, Abigail blushed again. Did that charming voice co from her? Impossible. She refused to admit it!
Brandon, worried about Abigail, was about to head over when he heard her soft, sweet reply. His action paused, his heart trembling a bit, and he coaxingly said, “Abigail, be good. Show your face. Don’t suffocate in the blanket.”
“I’m not suffocating.” Abigail answered hesitantly.
She felt she was bringing this upon herself. Why provoke this man at night? Now look, they had both been brought to a standstill.
“Show , let see you.” Thinking about his beloved woman hiding under the blanket because of his words, Brandon’s Adam’s apple rolled, unable to control his desire to see her at that mont.
Abigail still shook her head.
Brandon, holding his phone in one hand, started unbuttoning his shirt with the other, “If you don’t show your face, I’ll co over. You know I’m in Hughes’ villa. If I walk quickly, it’ll take only five minutes to get to you.”
“No!”
In her excitent, Abigail threw off the blanket, revealing her flushed face, sweet and beautiful, irresistible. Her almond eyes seed to hold a spring-like aura, dazzling him through the screen. In a husky voice, he said, “Abigail, can I co and see you?”
Already exposed, Abigail stopped hiding, barefoot, she went to the bathroom to put a cold, wet towel on her face, “No. Did you forget our agreent?”
“I rember.” Brandon found Abigail’s proposal amusing before, but now it felt torturous. He shouldn’t have spoiled this little rascal.
She was tempting him like this. How could he endure?
“Okay, then I’ll wait for you to chase after . You can’t co over now.” Abigail had been with Brandon long enough to understand the thoughts in his eyes. The more she understood, the harder it was to refuse. After leaving him this ssage, she hastily ended the call, regardless of Brandon’s reaction. She shut off her phone and used cold water to cool her face.
Hearing the disconnected call’s beeping sound, Brandon chuckled, then glanced at his overly excited body and turned towards the bathroom.
That little torntor!
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