Chapter 106 Have You Had Enough Kissing?
On the day of the Elaine's birthday banquet, Gregory got home early with Leo and a makeup artist in tow.
Leo handed Abigail a box upon seeing her. "Mrs. White, this is an evening gown Mr. White had custom-made for you by a top designer."
Abigail looked at Gregory, surprised. "You got this for me?"
Gregory smiled and ruffled her hair. "Go try it on."
Abigail nodded and went upstairs with the box.
The gown was black with gold sequins, conservative at the chest but cinched at the waist to show off her curves. The skirt had a slit that revealed her legs as she walked.
Abigail was surprised Gregory had picked such a dress. She usually wore modest, casual clothes and simple dresses. For past banquets, she stuck to princess dresses and never tried anything like this.
But when she put it on and looked in the mirror, she was stunned. It fit perfectly.
The makeup artist exclaimed, "Mrs. White, your figure is amazing. This dress looks like it was made for you!"
"Really?" Abigail blushed, feeling shy.
The makeup artist nodded. "Yes, Mrs. White, your skin is also great. I've done makeup for many people, even celebrities, and they can't compare to you."
The makeup artist wasn't exaggerating. Abigail's gentle personality often made people overlook her striking looks. She was initially surprised Gregory had this black gown custom-made for Abigail, but seeing Abigail in it was stunning.
She thought it was a shame Abigail didn't show off her beauty more. With her looks, she could easily be famous in Hollywood.
Abigail blushed at the compliments, thanked the makeup artist, and sat down for her makeup.
The makeup artist quickly finished a delicate makeup look. "Alright, we're done. You can open your eyes now."
Abigail's long lashes fluttered as she opened her eyes, revealing a captivating beauty.
The makeup artist gasped, clutching her chest. "Too beautiful, simply stunning. Mrs. White, ever thought about going to Hollywood?"
Abigail smiled and shook her head. "I don't think I'm suited for the Hollywood scene."
The makeup artist sighed. It was a pity such a face wouldn't grace the Hollywood scene. But as the wife of the White Group's president, Abigail didn't need Hollywood. Plus, Hollywood was complicated, and Abigail was too pure for that world.
Gregory was on the balcony, smoking, waiting for Abigail to come out of the dressing room.
He quickly put out his cigarette when he heard the door open and turned around.
Seeing Abigail in her complete look, he was stunned, his eyes lighting up with amazement.
He had guessed the dress would suit her, but he hadn't expected it to look this stunning.
As she walked closer, Gregory's gaze fell on her legs, his eyes darkening.
Abigail blushed under his stare. "Mr. White, do I look good?"
Gregory grabbed her wrist, stepped forward, wrapped his arm around her waist, and said softly, "You look beautiful."
Even more beautiful than he had imagined.
Seeing her in the dress he had custom-made for her gave Gregory a deep sense of satisfaction. It reminded him of when he used to pick out her clothes, but now it felt different. Back then, he was merely caring for a sister; now, he was caring for a wife.
As he got closer, Abigail felt nervous. Gregory's gaze was warm but also possessive, a look she wasn't used to. It scared her a bit, but she trusted him.
She smiled up at him. "Mr. White, you have great taste. The makeup artist said this dress suits me well."
Gregory nodded. "You're my wife; of course, I know you best."
His eyes fell on her lips, and he felt a stir in his heart. He gently brushed her lips with his fingertips, then leaned in and kissed her.
"Mr. White!" Abigail exclaimed, caught off guard.
Thinking of the makeup artist's hard work, she tried to push him away. But Gregory grabbed her wrist and pressed her against the balcony window.
The cold glass against her exposed back made her gasp, which only seemed to spur Gregory on. His kiss grew more passionate.
Abigail's initial struggle faded as she got lost in the kiss. Their breaths mingled.
When she was almost out of breath, Gregory finally let her go. She felt weak, her legs barely holding her up. She clung to Gregory's neck, leaning against the glass to steady herself.
She glared at him and scolded, "Mr. White, have you kissed enough? My makeup will be ruined!"
"No, I can never kiss you enough," Gregory said, licking his lips. "You taste sweet, like roses."
It was a strange gesture, but with his handsome face, it added a touch of allure.
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