Chapter 11 Friends' Speculation
Tricia sensed that Abigail was slow to respond and likely hadn't fully grasped the situation, so she swiftly shifted the topic. "Abigail, don't dwell on it. Let's just savor the wine!"
Abigail nodded emphatically and took a sip from her glass. "Absolutely, cheers!"
With so many men in the world, it wasn't worth agonizing over that despicable Roman. Moreover, she had only gone along with the engagement because it was Michelle's desire, not because she had genuine feelings for Roman.
But today, AAbigail had spent a long time contemplating in the car. She realized that Michelle had orchestrated the engagement for her to have a protector and lead a tranquil life. However, Roman failed to fulfill any of those expectations. In fact, he was the one who caused her the most pain.
As a result, the engagement had lost its initial significance.
Abigail was confident that Michelle would understand and respect her decision.
She opted for a drink with the lowest alcohol content. Upon tasting it, she found it to be fruity and refreshing, prompting her to take a few more sips.
After finishing, she licked her lips, unsatisfied, like a sneaky cat that had stolen something.
Abigail was very beautiful, especially her eyes, which were now slightly hazy from the alcohol. She looked innocent, naive, and with a hint of confusion, adding a different charm to her.
Even in the dimly lit bar, she still stood out.
Many people around noticed her and wanted to approach her.
But before they could act, a man with a cold and handsome demeanor walked over.
His identity was clearly extraordinary. The men who were about to approach Abigail gave up one by one.
Abigail felt her cheeks flush with heat as if waves of excitement were rushing over her one after another. The surroundings started to sway and become blurry. Suddenly, she heard a soft, deep voice calling her name.
"Abigail?"
"Hm?" Abigail instinctively responded, slowly opening her eyes. She saw a blurry figure. It seemed like a man, but she couldn't make out his features. She could vaguely sense him approaching. Then, she caught a whiff of the pleasant scent of pine. It felt familiar, but she didn't mind.
"Are you drunk?"
Abigail held a glass of alcohol in her hand, her face tinted with a blush. She blinked innocently with her clear, innocent eyes. Her cheeks slightly puffed, and she slowly shook her head. "I'm not drunk."
Gregory furrowed his brow slightly. He used the back of his hand to touch Abigail's forehead and cheeks lightly. Her forehead had a normal temperature, but her cheeks were hot. It seemed that she really was drunk.
Abigail blinked her dewy eyes, her gaze innocent like a young deer. She looked at Gregory and instinctively hid the glass behind her back. "You can't take my drink! It's mine!"
It was the first time Gregory had seen Abigail drunk, and he felt a bit lost. He composed himself and coaxed her softly, "Okay, okay. I won't take your drink. But it's late. We should go home, Abigail. Listen to me."
Abigail immediately shook her head incessantly. "I don't want to listen."
She had heard this sentence far too many times throughout her life. Everyone told her to be obedient, to listen. But no one had ever asked if she wanted to.
She didn't want to hear those words anymore.
Gregory didn't know what Abigail was thinking at that moment, but when he met her eyes, he felt a sudden pang in his heart. He reached out to rub her fuzzy head and whispered, "Alright, if you don't want to listen, then don't. I'll accompany you, okay?"
"Really?" Abigail instantly became happy. Her dimples appeared faintly as she smiled sweetly.
"Yeah, really," Gregory nodded.
"You're really nice," Abigail let her guard down and quietly retrieved the glass from behind her back.
She looked at Gregory while doing so. He seemed unaffected, not like someone who would try to take it away, and she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He sat beside her, his deep eyes filled with indescribable tenderness and doting.
It wasn't until Abigail finished the remaining half glass in her cup that he asked her, "Abigail, do you want more to drink?"
She licked her lips contentedly and slowly shook her head. "No more."
She placed the empty glass on the bar counter, sitting up straight, obedient to a fault.
Gregory's gaze lingered meaningfully on Abigail's shimmering eyes.
He gently wiped away the wine stain on the corner of her lips with his fingertips and smiled satisfactorily. "You're such a good girl. Let's go home."
Perhaps a certain word had touched a sensitive spot for Abigail because she burst into tears. "I don't have a home anymore. They don't want me..."
Gregory looked puzzled and gave Tricia a questioning look. "What happened?"
"Maybe her dad upset her. She went back to the Martin Villa today. I don't know the specifics," Tricia explained.
Gregory nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.
He gently lifted Abigail in his arms and glanced at Tricia. "I'm taking her with me," he said.
Tricia was still in shock and subconsciously nodded in response.
Gregory was known for being low-key and mysterious, rarely attending public events.
Tricia had only seen him in financial magazines before, but thanks to Abigail, she never expected to see him in person today!
It wasn't until Gregory left the bar with Abigail in his arms that Tricia finally snapped out of her daze.
Henry Clark, Gregory's friend, was standing outside the club waiting for him. When he saw Gregory coming out with a woman in his arms, he was astonished.
He hurried forward, curiosity gleaming in his eyes as he tried to get a glimpse of who was in Gregory's arms.
But Gregory held the girl tightly, and all Henry could see was the back of her round head.
He didn't give up and wanted to get closer for a better look.
However, in the next second, a chilling gaze fell upon him, sending shivers down his spine.
He shuddered in fear and nervously laughed. "Gregory, I'm just curious. Hmph, I don't need to look to know that it can only be Abigail."
Others may not know about Gregory's infatuation with Abigail, but as his friend, Henry knew it all too well.
For all these years, apart from Abigail, Henry had never seen another woman who could make Gregory flustered.
"Cut the nonsense," Gregory said coldly, giving Henry a dismissive glance. Although he didn't answer directly, it was as good as confirmation.
He lowered his eyes and glanced at Abigail's cheek pressed against his chest, and the glacier-like coldness in his heart melted away.
Even through the layer of fabric, Gregory could feel her warm breath clearly.
His once-empty chest felt as if it had been filled, brimming with warmth.
He faintly smiled and, without looking back, got into the car and said to Henry, "I'm leaving."
Henry had countless questions he wanted to ask, but he never expected Gregory to leave so soon!
He cursed, "We were supposed to have a drink together! Now that you're leaving, who will accompany me? You're so heartless!"
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
