Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife

Chapter 166: Chapter 166 Bride’s Dignity

The pink diamond shining in the sunlight gave Abigail a dreamlike quality.

The makeup and outfit perfectly accentuated her features while camouflaging her flaws.

The usually chubby woman now had a hint of playful sexiness, and her exceptionally beautiful eyes sparkled as she looked at Brandon Piers.

Abigail felt a bit awkward, especially thinking about what was going to happen next. Being stared at so bluntly by the man made her uncomfortable and strangely shy.

The two faced each other, and the air was filled with a hint of sweetness.

The stylists tactfully exited the room, with even Kelly quietly retreating to the suite to check on the sleeping Teddy.

“Um…”

“Are you not…”

They both spoke at the same time, then stopped.

“You first,” Brandon Piers, ever the gentleman, insisted she go first.

Abigail pressed her lips together. “Thank you.”

It wasn’t just for saving her life today but also for this wedding dress, giving her the dignity of a bride.

As for another matter, Abigail hadn’t figured out how to thank him, or if she should.

“Mm.” Brandon didn’t hold back, his amber eyes lingering on Abigail’s wedding dress. “I always had a good eye.”

Abigail chuckled. Were handsome men all narcissists? But she was curious, “What were you going to say?”

“I wanted to say…” The wedding dress is nice, and you look beautiful.

But Brandon, meeting Abigail’s serious, bright eyes, suddenly felt it stuck in his throat. Would the little chubby girl think he was being forward?

“Wow, is this really Ms. Abigail?” Just as Brandon hesitated, Pullan suddenly walked in, stunned at first when he saw Abigail, then asked in amazement, disbelief lacing his voice.

Abigail smiled.

“I never saw it. Such potential in a chubby girl. Ms. Abigail, you’d definitely look fantastic if you lost weight.” Pullan praised her generously.

After saying this, he curiously inspected Abigail’s face. “Top-tier makeup artists truly have the power to turn the ordinary into the extraordinary.”

Abigail listened to the first sentence, but her expression turned displeased at the second, and by the third, she looked downright grim. Who’s he calling ordinary?

“Does that bullet wound not hurt?” Just as Abigail forced a smile, Brandon suddenly spoke softly.

Pullan didn’t understand. “It hurts, but don’t worry, I’m fine now. Thank you for your concern, sir.”

“Oh, you’re fine now.” Brandon replied nonchalantly.

Slow-witted as Pullan, he suddenly had a bad feeling. Sure enough, the next moment, Brandon pointed at a floral wall downstairs. “See that? The one that’s an inch wider than the one in front. Go fix it.”

“Second master…” Pullan almost wailed as he addressed Brandon.

That floral wall was at least five meters high. By the time he trimmed an inch, the engagement ceremony would be over.

“It makes me uncomfortable.”

“But how can you tell it’s an inch?” Didn’t you walk around with half-pants before without changing them?

Is this untreated obsessive-compulsive disorder getting worse?

“Are you doubting my judgment?” Brandon raised an eyebrow.

“I…I’ll go.” The six-foot-tall man replied with a sob, his retreat giving off a tragic air.

Pfft!

As soon as the door closed, Abigail couldn’t help but burst into laughter. Looking at the man in the wheelchair, he was too bad!

How could you trim a one-centimeter difference on such a high floral wall?

“Thank you.” Abigail wasn’t foolish; she knew the man was standing up for her.

“No need. The floral wall truly wasn’t up to standard.” Brandon replied lazily.

Abigail looked over, puzzled. “Can you even tell?”

With all those flowers, how could he tell? Wasn’t this man a robot?

“Take off the earrings.” Brandon couldn’t be bothered to answer Abigail’s questioning look and pointed at her earrings.

Abigail was stunned. “Why?” Nôv(el)B\\jnn

“Asymmetrical.” More precisely, they weren’t as nice as her original earlobes.

Abigail, “…”

Pervert!