Chapter 14 The Sports Car is Gone
Abigail's thoughts were interrupted by the steady sound of footsteps upstairs. Turning around, she looked up to see Gregory coming downstairs after changing clothes.
Dressed in a black suit, Gregory looked noble and elegant. His handsome face, however, had an aura of coldness that made ordinary people hesitant to approach him.
As Abigail looked into Gregory's deep eyes, she couldn't help but feel a sense of nervousness.
As Gregory approached her, Abigail's heart began to beat uncontrollably. It felt as if a mischievous bunny was hopping around inside her chest.
Glancing at the boxes piled up in the living room, Gregory said to Abigail, "Let's eat first. After breakfast, you can pick what you need."
"Okay."
Abigail set aside the things she had picked and asked Ralph to help put them away before following Gregory into the dining room.
Staring up at the tall Gregory, Abigail bit her lip and mustered up the courage to say, "Gregory, thank you."
Gregory paused and turned to look at her. "Why?"
"These things must have cost you a lot of money! Don't worry. I'll pay you back as soon as I have the money."
Abigail didn't like owing others money, and she had money, even though she had yet to receive it. According to Michelle's will, as soon as Abigail got married, she would fully inherit that fortune.
Although Abigail didn't know the exact amount of the inheritance, Michelle was the person who loved her the most, so she assumed it must be substantial.
Gregory frowned.
Walking up to Abigail, Gregory said seriously, "I don't need you to pay me back! This is what you deserve as my wife, and my money is our shared property."
Gregory and Abigail got married in a rush, so they didn't have a prenuptial agreement. Therefore, Abigail received a portion of Gregory's wealth.
"But it's not fair to you!" Abigail looked confused and disagreed with Gregory's words.
Gregory smiled and absentmindedly reached out to ruffle her hair. "How could that be? What you bring to my life is worth more than all of these possessions."
Abigail stood still, dazed. Looking at Gregory's face and feeling his gentle touch on her head, she suddenly couldn't articulate her thoughts.
She wanted to argue, but no words came out. All she could hear was the rhythm of her heart pounding in her ears.
Abigail's heartbeat grew louder and louder.
Amused by Abigail's blank expression, Gregory took the initiative to hold her wrist and guide her to sit at the dining table.
"Ralph, bring the breakfast in."
Following his instructions, Ralph immediately walked towards the kitchen.
Once Ralph left, only Abigail and Gregory remained in the dining room.
Abigail felt nervous as the warmth from Gregory's palm seemed to linger on her wrist.
Gregory stared at Abigail, and his deep eyes seemed to contain all his tenderness.
Upon locking eyes with Gregory, Abigail quickly averted her gaze. Nervous and unsure of where to look, she kept her head down and focused on her breakfast.
Although the breakfast was relatively light, it was delicious, and Abigail felt satisfied.
Almost as soon as she finished eating, Gregory also set down his utensils and gently wiped the corners of his mouth.
Perhaps due to his innate elegance, even when wiping his mouth, Gregory appeared dignified and refined.
"Are you full?" Gregory glanced at Abigail and asked.
Abigail immediately straightened up and obediently nodded her head.
"Let's get down to business."
"Business?" Abigail didn't understand Gregory's meaning and wanted to inquire further, but Gregory pulled a document out of his suit pocket.
Abigail could clearly see the words printed on it: Marriage License.
Thinking she must have read it wrong, she looked up at Gregory and asked, "Gregory, what is this?"
Gregory replied, "Marriage license."
Abigail was astonished and replied, "Of course, I know it's a marriage license! But don't we need to be physically present for that? Did you forget it? That's illegal!"
Seeing Abigail's surprised expression, Gregory chuckled softly.
Suddenly, Gregory had a naughty idea. He took out a piece of paper and handed it to Abigail. "You really don't remember? This is what you handed to me last night."
Abigail stared at Gregory's beautiful hand. His fingers were clenched around her passport.
Abigail specifically brought her passport from The Martin Villa yesterday.
Since David used to live with Michelle's family, Michelle had always kept David's passport.
Later, when Michelle passed away, Abigail kept her passport separate.
But her passport should have been in the bag that she carried with her. Abigail couldn't understand why Gregory was holding her passport.
In disbelief, Abigail stood up and tried to reach for her passport, but Gregory evaded her.
"Mrs. White, are you having regrets now? However, it's too late. The marriage license has already been obtained, so our marriage is legally protected. Furthermore, I have no intention of divorcing in this lifetime."
Gregory smiled and lightly lifted the marriage license with his fingertips, playing with it casually in his palm.
Abigail was so astonished that she gasped for breath. The first thought that flashed through her mind was: This can't be possible!
Abigail, feeling flustered, tried to argue with Gregory, "Gregory, I was so drunk last night that I can't remember a lot of things. Can you let me see the marriage license you have in your hand?"
Gregory glanced at Abigail and noticed her biting her lip. She seemed on the verge of a breakdown, so Gregory pretended to hesitate and nodded reluctantly.
"Fine. I'll let you take a look."
Gregory slowly handed the marriage license on the table to Abigail.
However, Gregory seemed to have no intention of letting go of his hand. Holding onto the edge of the marriage license, he leaned in closer to her.
Abigail thought angrily, "Gregory is almost thirty, but he's acting so childish!"
Reluctantly, Abigail leaned closer to examine the marriage license carefully.
The official seal on it seemed authentic. Abigail thought, "Could it be that Gregory wasn't lying? Did we really get a marriage license?"
When Abigail saw their two signatures on the marriage license, she was even more shocked.
In addition, there was a photo. In the picture, Abigail was smiling happily, leaning sweetly against Gregory's embrace.
In the photo, Gregory's usually cold eyes softened. He was smiling.
Gregory and Abigail looked directly at the camera. They looked like a sweet couple in the picture.
However, Gregory and Abigail had never taken a photo together.
With a complicated look, Abigail glanced at Gregory and pondered before asking the doubts in her heart, "Gregory, is this photo fake? It's amazing! Recommend it to me."
Although experienced, Gregory was surprised by Abigail's words.
Gregory frowned and began to recount what had happened last night.
"You and I took it! Do you need me to help you remember? Last night, after you got drunk, you hugged me and praised me for being handsome. You even wanted to kiss me and claimed that you wanted to marry me! And in addition, you pulled at my clothes and said you wanted to sleep with me."
As Gregory spoke, he tugged on his tie.
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