Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife

Chapter 16: Young Master, What’s so big?

Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

As soon as the wet nurse left, Abigail hurried to close the door and lifted her top.

The little one was quite clever. He bumped his face a few times until he found the right spot and immediately started sucking, with a force that made Abigail gasp. Soon, she couldn’t help scrutinizing the little one guzzling from her in her arms.

An unfamiliar softness filled her entire chest.

In her previous life, she was a renowned cardiac surgeon. Yet, before she became famous, she also interned in obstetrics and gynecology and saw plenty of newborns, but she had never felt this way before.

Could this be what people call kinship?

Abigail was feeling incredibly complex, but the tiny sweetheart in her arms was heartily feeding, occasionally pausing before carrying on. Soon, one side was drained, and Abigail switched sides to let the little one continue feeding.

However, the little one clearly wasn’t hungry anymore. He took a bite, looked up at Abigail, then lovingly nuzzled her with his soft face before taking another mouthful.

Amused, Abigail said, “Little scamp, do you know who I am?”

The little one in her arms didn’t answer. Instead, he continued nuzzling her. His big, bright eyes and pretty brows gave him a feminine look, but his face resembled Brandon Piers.

Once grown, he would probably be even more of a monster than his father.

As she thought this, Abigail became even more focused on the baby’s expression. She was so drawn in that she didn’t realize the nursery door had been opened until she heard footsteps. Looking up, she found herself locked in Brandon’s elongated, amber gaze.

He was just staring at her.

“Mr. Piers…” Abigail recovered, quickly pulling down her shirt. However, the little one in her arms, who was happily feeding, was unsatisfied. Noticing that his food was being covered, his little head bumped around, resisting Abigail’s attempt to pull down her shirt. He still wanted to eat.

Brandon came to his senses, “I apologize Miss Green, I…”

“The wet nurse went to eat to stimulate her milk production, I… was just pacifying him.” For the first time, Abigail felt embarrassed. Blushing, she turned away, cutting off Brandon, and started explaining herself.

“Hmm…” Brandon simply responded and turned to leave, yanking Pullan, who had just about to enter, back outside.

Confused, Pullan asked, “Young Master, don’t you want to see the young Master?”

“Get out,” Brandon ordered sternly. His normally cool and handsome face was suspiciously pink around the ears. Then he murmured to himself, “How could they be so big?”

Uncomprehendingly, Pullan asked, “Young Master, what is so big?”

“Shut up.” Pullan, with his robust physique, was reprimanded by his young master for the first time. He was completely baffled, wondering, what did I say?

Kelly, who went to eat, hurried back and saw Mr. Piers standing outside. She quickly started explaining, “Young Master, I…”

Despite everyone saying that the Piers’ young master was a gentleman, for some reason none of the staff feared the old master, but they were all scared of the weak Young Master Piers.

“Go in,” Brandon cut off the wet nurse’s explanation.

As if pardoned, Kelly hurried into the nursery, only to see the little one frolicking gleefully in Abigail’s arms, his little arms and legs kicking around.

“Miss Green, you seem to have such a good connection with our young Master. This is the first time he’s met you, and he likes you so much.” Kelly, 36 years old, a mother of two, was the head nurse of Piers’ Gills City Hospital. She had been assigned to feed the Piers’ young master under extraordinary circumstances. It had even took her three days for the little one to warm up to her.

“Yeah, I think so too,” Abigail agreed, somewhat reluctantly handing the baby over to the wet nurse.

As soon as she let go, however, the little one immediately burst into loud wails.

“Waa…waa…”

Brandon, who was just about to go downstairs, froze in his tracks.

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