Chapter 708: Chapter 708: I’m Not Interested in Men Who Have Fiancees Chapter 708: Chapter 708: I’m Not Interested in Men Who Have Fiancees Abigail’s words were forceful. Brandon Piers looked at her with his stunningly handsome face, unable to say a single word.

Seeing this usually dignified man staring at her so blankly, Abigail didn’t soften at all. To avoid disturbing Aunt Claudia next door, she only turned on the bedside lamp, then sat on the bed, looking at Brandon, whose knee she had pricked with a needle. “Is that dog downstairs yours?”

Brandon, “…”

Although he really didn’t want to admit it, given the current situation, Brandon understood. After a few seconds of internal struggle, he finally nodded at Abigail, bracing himself.

Abigail took a deep breath. So this man, who appeared to be involved with other women, had actually secretly sent a purebred, well-trained German Shepherd her way. Was she his kept mistress?

He even named the dog Threo, was that a jab at her?

“You made it come to my house to make it easier for you to sneak around?” Abigail’s mood, already troubled because Brandon had spent the night at Bertha’s house, grew even more irritable.

Brandon shook his head hurriedly. “How could that be? I didn’t…” He faltered when he met Abigail’s cold gaze and his tone softened unconsciously, eventually murmuring, “I didn’t.”

Hearing this guilty tone and seeing the tall man looking guilty, Abigail felt both angry and distressed. She stepped forward to pull the needle out of his knee.

Brandon’s leg gave way, and he pulled Abigail down to the floor with him, taking the opportunity to hold her in his arms. His amber eyes looked eagerly at Abigail.

Falling on top of Brandon, Abigail was furious. She lifted her head only to meet his dazzling eyes, now full of a plea, combined with his stunning face. The harsh words that had been on the tip of her tongue were swallowed, and all she could do was glare angrily, “Let me go!”

“No.” Since he had already been discovered, Brandon stopped hiding and shamelessly held Abigail tighter.

Seeing him like this made Abigail even angrier. “I’m not interested in men with fiancees. Master Brandon, please have some self-respect.”

“My fiancee is you. It was you then, and it is you now,” Brandon decided to deny everything to the end.

Abigail sneered. “Why don’t you ask the official Piers Twitter account if that’s true?”

Brandon looked down at his angry little chubby girl, who looked so fierce and cute. He increasingly felt his earlier decision had been foolish. He should have found a better way.

But his attitude only made Abigail angrier. She tried to get up from Brandon, but then saw him frown in pain. She stopped moving, frowned, and asked, “What’s wrong with you?”

Brandon quickly shook his head, “Nothing.”

Abigail didn’t believe him. She turned sideways and lifted his shirt, seeing that the bandage on his abdomen was already seeping with blood. Her expression changed, and she sat up straight. “How did you get hurt?”

“Just a little scrape,” Brandon didn’t want Abigail to look into his injury, so he hurriedly covered it with his hand and sat up without causing her any trouble. But the next moment, he saw Abigail raise the needle in her hand at him, her tone changing, “Bran… Brandon, what are you doing?”

Abigail ignored him and stuck the needle into a point on his neck. Brandon found his neck stiff and immobile, looking at Abigail in shock, “Abigail…”

“Shut up.” Abigail left him with these words, pushed Brandon back to the floor, got up to pull a medical kit from the corner of the room, and then, under Brandon’s incredibly resistant gaze, she unwrapped his bandage, revealing the grim gunshot wound.

Despite being mentally prepared, Abigail’s eyes still reddened upon seeing this. “Did you get this when Ruby and Johnson kidnapped me?”

Brandon remained silent. His little chubby girl was too smart; he couldn’t deceive her.

Seeing his silence, Abigail felt even more angry. She touched the wound lightly.

Caught off guard by the pain, Brandon’s handsome face twisted. He looked at Abigail in shock, “Abigail, that’s murder!”

“Husband? Sorry, I’m single.” Abigail scoffed coldly and began examining his wound. The injury was severe, close to the lungs. It wasn’t as simple as it seemed. Despite his bravado, the man had been flaunting with this large hole in him.

Seeing Abigail genuinely angry, Brandon felt guilty. He gently poked her smooth white calf with his movable fingers, “Don’t be angry.”

Ignoring the man complaining coquettishly, Abigail focused on cleaning his wound. Clearly, the injury hadn’t healed properly and was showing signs of suppuration. She was both angry and distressed, not wanting to deal with this jerk at all.

Brandon, feeling embarrassed, watched Abigail treat his wound seriously. The night breeze blew through the half-open window, causing the hem of her dress to sway lightly and brush against his exposed skin, making him itch. The itch seemed to crawl along his skin and reached his heart.

Abigail was nearly done treating him when she noticed his unusual quietness. She looked up and met his deep, starry eyes, and her heart trembled. She quickly lowered her head to continue working.

But the person below her laughed softly, his chest vibrating and moving the wound with it. Abigail glared at him angrily, “You’re nearly dead, and you’re still laughing.”

“Dying under a peony tree, even as a ghost, I’d be romantic,” Brandon teased.

“Shut up,” Abigail snapped.

But Brandon wasn’t about to stay quiet now. He pressed on, “Afraid I’ll die?”

Abigail’s hands paused briefly before she continued treating the wound nonchalantly. “Someone else’s fiance dying has nothing to do with me.”

Knowing she was still angry, Brandon didn’t explain. He smiled and continued to watch her.

Feeling uneasy under his gaze, Abigail finally said, “I’m stating a fact.”

“Still jealous?” Brandon’s neck had loosened up a bit, so he put his hands behind his head as a pillow. He had never seen his little chubby girl jealous before. He thought she couldn’t get jealous.

“Jealous? Ha,” Abigail sneered, finishing the last bit of bandaging and clapping her hands. “You can get out now.”

Brandon didn’t move but instead started speaking, seemingly to himself. “I know you’re afraid. I am too. No, I’m more afraid than you.”

Abigail paused with the medical kit in her hand because of his words but didn’t turn around.

Brandon continued, not caring, “Were you scared when you saw my wound? Don’t lie, I know you were. Do you know that there were two bombings, a throat slash, and each time you almost died? Do you know how I felt?”

Abigail remained motionless, her heart tightly clenched.