Abigail's voice, thinly veiled with anger, echoed throughout the second floor.
The surrounding servants shuddered and broke a sweat for her.
Abigail was also intimidated by the man's fury. "Well... it really wasn't on purpose!"
Brandon Piers stood up, glaring at Abigail.
Abigail retreated a step, cautiously holding Teddy in her arms. The little rascal in her arms was anything but quiet, flailing his arms and legs, completely unaware of the tension between his parents!
Just as Abigail feared the man might want to kill her, he suddenly approached her.
"What... what are you doing?" Abigail, holding Teddy, retreated to the edge of the sofa with nowhere else to go.
Brandon Piers said nothing, just continued to stare at Abigail.
His excessively handsome face, framed by tousled hair, a little wild and very dashing, looked fresh from sleep. But the droplet of saliva on his cheek sparkled conspicuously, somewhat sticky...
