Chapter 139 The Effect of the Medicine Takes Hold
Gregory walked to the corner of the hallway and suddenly bumped into a familiar figure—Olivia!
Olivia looked at him with feigned concern. "Gregory, why do you look so pale? Are you sick?"
As she spoke, she stood on tiptoe, trying to feel his forehead with the back of her hand.
Gregory instinctively took half a step back, avoiding her approach just in time.
Olivia, wearing high heels and standing on tiptoe, lost her balance and almost fell to the ground.
Fortunately, she managed to steady herself by leaning against the wall.
"Gregory, I just want to care for you. Do you really have to be so heartless to me?" she asked.
Facing her accusation, Gregory remained expressionless. "I don't need your concern. I'll say it one last time: I'm married. Ms. Parker, if you have any self-awareness, you should stop harboring unrealistic fantasies."
Olivia's eyes reddened, and tears began to spill over. "Gregory, tell me, in what way am I inferior to Abigail? Why would you rather choose Abigail over me?"
The effects of the drug had already begun to take hold, and Gregory was enduring immense torment. Flames surged and roared within his chest, akin to a relentless flood rising, just shy of breaching the dam.
His clear consciousness was being eroded, with incessant humming piercing his eardrums. He needed a quiet place to be alone. Otherwise, he dreaded to imagine what might happen.
But Olivia kept pestering him, holding onto his clothes and refusing to let him go.
"Gregory, I just want an answer! Do you dislike me so much that you won't even let me get close?" As she spoke, she observed Gregory's expression.
Seeing that Gregory was starting to lose his clarity, she felt a surge of joy.
It seemed the person who had sold her the drug hadn't lied. Once under the influence of this drug, even the strongest willpower would eventually yield, succumbing to her control. Gradually, one would become a slave to desire,, begging her to give herself to him.
Gregory's patience was completely exhausted. He grabbed Olivia by the neck and coldly warned, "Olivia, I've been too lenient with you before. Just wait; I'll settle this score with you sooner or later."
Olivia's neck was gripped, her bare back pressed against the cold wall, making her shiver.
What terrified her the most was the undisguised murderous intent in Gregory's eyes. The veins bulging on his pale hand showed how much strength he was using.
She tried to explain, "Gregory, you must be mistaken! I don't know what you're talking about!"
Gregory sneered, "Don't know? Then you'll never know."
He tightened his grip, and Olivia's breathing became labored. She struggled in pain, fear growing in her heart.
She realized she had made a mistake.
She shouldn't have provoked Gregory.
Gregory genuinely wanted to kill her, and she believed he had the capability to do so.
Olivia's face turned red from lack of oxygen. Despite using all her strength to pry Gregory’s hand away, she couldn’t budge it.
In the end, a tear of despair rolled down her cheek as she felt herself nearing death.
Just then, a clear voice called out, "Mr. White!"
The next second, the grip on her neck loosened, and Gregory withdrew his hand.
Olivia's legs gave out, and she collapsed to the ground, coughing violently.
She clutched her chest, feeling a wave of fear.
Gregory, the cause of all this, turned sharply to look at the newcomer, his eyes still filled with a fierce and murderous intent.
Realizing something, he quickly hid his hands behind his back, looking somewhat flustered at Abigail.
"Abigail, it's not what it looks like," Gregory tried to explainted.
Despite his recent efforts to control his emotions and hide his brutal and cold-blooded side from Abigail, she had still witnessed it.
Would she be afraid of him? Disgusted by him?
Abigail had no idea what Gregory was thinking. Seeing that something was wrong, she quickly ran over and threw herself into his arms.
"Mr. White, are you okay? What happened just now?" Abigail asked.
Feeling the softness in his arms, Gregory struggled to suppress his turbulent emotions and asked hoarsely, "Abigail, why are you here?"
"I received a text message," Abigail said, her eyes cold as she glanced at Olivia. "It said you were in a hotel room with another woman, and it included the hotel address and room number."
After receiving Olivia's text, Abigail had rushed over immediately.
She didn't believe Gregory would cheat, but she wanted to see for herself.
Without an invitation, she had called Henry to bring her in. Together, they went to the room mentioned in the message, only to find it empty. They then searched the hotel and witnessed the scene just moments ago.
It was the first time she had seen Gregory with such a crazed and sinister expression.
In her impression, Gregory was aloof, unapproachable, with his own pride and restraint, yet inherently gentle and controlled.
So even now, she was still shaken.
Upon hearing her question, Gregory's back stiffened slightly before he denied, "I'm fine. Let's leave here first."
If they stayed any longer, he feared he wouldn't be able to control himself.
Abigail glanced at Olivia but said nothing, allowing Gregory to lead her out of the hotel.
Once outside, Gregory released Abigail's hand and said softly, "Abigail, you should go home with Henry."
Abigail looked at him with concern. "What about you?"
She was really worried about leaving Gregory alone in the car. Although he wouldn't say what had happened, she could tell something was wrong.
Gregory reached out to ruffle her hair and gently coaxed, "Be good. I'll explain later."
He gave Henry a look, and Henry quickly persuaded, "Abigail, come with me. If Gregory says he's fine, then he must be fine."
Abigail had no choice but to get into the car with Henry.
Without a driver, Henry took the wheel and drove Abigail home.
As Abigail watched the car drive away, she pursed her lips and said, "Henry, follow Mr. White's car."
Henry paused as he fastened his seatbelt, looking surprised, "Abigail, you don't really suspect Gregory of cheating on you, do you? I can assure you that's not the case."
Abigail gave him a complex look. "Who said I suspect him of cheating? I just think something's wrong with him and want to follow and see."
Henry hesitated, "I know where Gregory is going, but he might not want you to see."
Abigail didn't understand what he meant and asked in confusion, "Are you hiding something from me?"
Henry forced a stiff smile and denied, "Absolutely not!"
Abigail found it even more suspicious, her face darkening as she coldly said, "Fine, if you don't tell me, I'll take a cab and find out for myself what you're hiding from me."
She pushed open the car door, ready to get out.
Henry's eyelid twitched, and he quickly stopped her. "Abigail, I'll tell you, okay?"
"Speak!" Abigail said.
Henry carefully observed her expression and truthfully answered, "Gregory went to see Quinn!"
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