Chapter 12 Ambiguity
In the car, Gregory furrowed his brows deeply, creating a tense atmosphere in the cabin. The driver, sensing the tension, gripped the steering wheel nervously. Although Gregory remained silent, his anger was palpable. Unfortunately, the person responsible for this situation was completely unaware. Abigail was inebriated, laughing foolishly and occasionally smacking her lips, seemingly enjoying the taste of the alcohol.
Gregory gazed at her profile for a long moment, unable to suppress the question burning in his heart. "Why did you come here to drink?" He hadn't anticipated encountering Abigail at the club that day; it had not even crossed his mind. The marriage contract they had signed had caused Gregory to experience an unusual bout of insomnia the previous night. A fire raged within him, leaving him in a constant state of agitation. Throughout the day, he had been distracted, eagerly wanting to see Abigail yet also fearing that she might change her mind.
It was rather ironic. Gregory had never felt fear in business negotiations or when handling important matters, except when faced with Abigail's cold, fearful eyes. Thus, he found himself compelled to call Henry and ask him to join for a drink. Unexpectedly, Gregory encountered Abigail at the club. Her response was a playful laugh and a slurred comment, "Tastes good." Gregory reached out, brushing aside a stray strand of hair that clung to her cheek, gently tucking it behind her ear, revealing her beautiful face.
He softened his tone and said to her, "Even if it tastes good, you shouldn't drink too much. You'll feel sick later." Abigail pouted her red lips in protest, "It's sweet. I won't feel sick." Gregory was helpless. It seemed he couldn't reason with a drunk person like her because he couldn't convince her at all. He decided to wait until she sobered up to discuss it.
He didn't want to interfere with her drinking; he just thought it was dangerous for a girl to be out so late at night. Luckily, Henry's bar had good security. Otherwise, with Abigail's appearance, there would definitely be many men with bad intentions. Gregory was lost in his thoughts when Abigail suddenly said, "You're really handsome." Her skin was fair as snow, and her smile was radiant. Anyone who looked at her would find it hard to resist.
Gregory was no exception. He looked at Abigail's obedient appearance, and all his frustrations and worries seemed to deflate like a balloon, instantly dissipating. Gregory leaned closer, looking at her with surprise.
He lowered his voice and chuckled, asking, "So, do you like me?"
He thought to himself, "Does she like me?
Even if it's just drunken talk, as long as she says it, I'll believe her."
Abigail stared blankly at the handsome face so close to her, struggling to regain her senses.
Gregory wasn't in a hurry, patiently waiting for her response.
Just when he thought he wouldn't get an answer, Abigail slowly nodded her head and then shook it.
Gregory was puzzled. "You nod and shake your head; what does that mean? Do you like me or not?"
Abigail tilted her head and thought for a moment before speaking honestly, "I should like you. Well, I like good-looking people, but I can't like you."
Gregory was taken aback, not quite understanding her meaning, and continued to ask patiently, "Why can't you like me?"
Abigail, however, became serious and seemed a bit regretful as she said to him, "Although you're handsome, I'm already married!"
She had a principled expression, refusing to be tempted and make mistakes, which made Gregory's heart suddenly soften.
Gregory ruffled Abigail's head and softly agreed, "Well, Abigail, you are the most principled person."
She gave him an appreciative look and discreetly moved to the side.
She said seriously, "So, I have to keep my distance from other men. Don't get too close to me."
Abigail was a stubborn person. Once she made a decision, it was hard to change.
Just like now, even though she was drunk, she subconsciously remembered that she was already married.
Therefore, she couldn't be too close to other men, even if she had no feelings for her husband.
Gregory suddenly felt very pleased. He forgot what he wanted to ask and didn't want to ask anymore.
Whether Abigail came here to drink for Roman or not didn't matter anymore.
At least, from now on, she belonged to Gregory, and no one could take her away.
In the past, he had been considerate of Roman being his nephew, so he had been patient, burying those unexpressed dark thoughts in his heart.
But now, it was different. Roman had voluntarily given up.
When Abigail woke up, she felt dizzy and had a terrible headache.
She reached up to massage her head and slowly opened her eyes. She stared blankly for a while before realizing that she was in Gregory's bedroom.
She thought to herself, "Wasn't I drinking with Tricia last night?
How did I end up here?
Why don't I have any memory of it?"
Abigail didn't have time to think further. She moved slightly and suddenly realized that something was off.
She instinctively raised her head and found someone lying next to her.
It was Gregory!
And at this moment, they were tightly embraced.
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