"You got engaged?"
Abigail was pondering how to break this engagement, when she heard a cool male voice behind her, sounding exceptionally pleasant.
It came with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.
"Yes, on the same day as the second young master. Isn't that a coincidence?" Abigail turned her head to look at Brandon Piers, who was wearing black cotton loungewear and slippers.
The man was naturally fair, and the black clothes made his exposed skin appear as delicate as porcelain, cold and pricey.
That captivatingly beautiful face of his curved into a smile at Abigail's words, his pink lips curling up, "Maybe it's fate."
"Being fated with the second young master is my honor." After their last encounter, Abigail hadn't seen him for a while, but her attitude remained as nonchalant as ever. She didn't mind indulging the young master's little whims.
Brandon's lips twitched with amusement. He didn't see any hint of 'honor' in this chubby girl's demeanor.
