Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife

She was now Abigail Green, a medical student who had taken a leave of absence in her freshman year. How could she possibly determine Brandon Piers’s physical condition at a glance?

Then how did she know the details of his illness? Naturally, she needed to review Brandon Piers’s medical records.

Speaking of which, Abigail did have an impression of Brandon Piers’s medical records.

It seemed that before her sudden death, her next surgery patient was Brandon Piers.

At that time, her senior brother had specifically emphasized this famous second child of Swallow City to her. Unfortunately, she completely ignored it and treated him as just an ordinary patient.

Who could have thought that, after her death, she would have a deeper connection with this man?

Doesn’t this mean that people’s fates are predestined?

For example, she and Brandon Piers were destined to be in a patient-doctor relationship.

The surgery failed in her past life. Is this man here to settle the score now?

Brandon Piers looked at the plump girl in front of him, who was zoning out, both amused and exasperated. “Have you thought about it?”

“Thought about what?” Abigail was confused.

“How to cover up the lie.” Brandon’s tone had a hint of teasing. This chubby girl said she didn’t like him, yet she could find his medical records. She must have put in a lot of effort.

“Cough, cough, cough. Second Young Master, do you believe I’m a genius?” Abigail was caught off guard by this sentence and choked on her own saliva. She looked at Brandon with sincere almond-shaped eyes.

“Do you believe it?”

“Yes, I believe it,” Abigail replied very frankly. In her past life, she was recognized as a medical genius. In this life, she could feel her perception of the human body was even sharper. Even when she deliberately observed a specific organ of a person, some data would naturally appear in her mind.

This data was enough for her to accurately analyze the patient’s condition.

“Heh.” Brandon chuckled softly and stood up, glancing at the baby lying on the bed. “Take good care of Teddy. I’m not interested in you.”

Abigail, “…”

Didn’t she make herself clear enough last time?

Forget it. Why argue with a patient?

But just as Brandon was about to leave, he suddenly stopped and frowned at Abigail.

Abigail felt all uncomfortable under the amber gaze. This man said he wasn’t interested in her, but could he not randomly emit hormones? Looking like that and staring at others, if that wasn’t seduction, then what was?

Just when Abigail was about to step back and couldn’t hold it anymore, Brandon reached out with his long, well-defined fingers, untied the bow on her trench coat’s belt, and then retied it, making both sides symmetrical. He then released it and said in a naturally smooth voice, “It was crooked.”

Looking at the bow that looked as if a machine had tied it, Abigail, “…”

After Brandon left, Abigail felt her neck getting hotter and hotter. The temperature where the man’s breath landed just now rose bit by bit, making her slightly agitated.

She grumbled angrily, “Why does a man have to be so damn beautiful?”

After grumbling, she looked down and saw her slightly open collar, where her chest was wet and sticky, sticking to her shirt in an exaggerated curve, even staining her coat. It turned out that the nursing pad had somehow slipped aside. Abigail’s whole face suddenly turned crimson.

Did that man see just now?

She hesitated internally and then shook her head secretly. With that kind of OCD, his attention should have only been on the crooked bow.

Outside the door.

Brandon walked out of the nursery and back to the study. His earlobes were still a bit pink. He called Pullan in. “Go check Abigail Green’s whereabouts last June and Ruby Green’s delivery records in Mei An.”

Pullan, “Are you suspecting that the little young master isn’t Miss Green’s…”

“Go check.”

“Yes.” Pullan shut up but felt very curious inside. Could it be that the second young master had discovered some earth-shattering secret?

Could the little young master actually be Miss Green’s child?

Just as this thought emerged, Pullan hurriedly shook his head. Miss Green was fine, but that figure…

The second young master would be ruined.