Chapter 147 Is It Not Possible
Gregory finished speaking, looked down at Abigail, and found it amusing to watch her expression change constantly.
Abigail herself didn't know what she was thinking.
He gently tapped Abigail on the forehead. "What are you thinking about? Haven't had enough kisses?"
Abigail quickly covered her lips with her hand, blocking Gregory's gaze. "Enough! No more!"
He always kissed her without warning, never giving her a chance to prepare.
Abigail's reaction made Gregory laugh.
Gregory chuckled, sat back in his seat, and restarted the engine.
Abigail quietly breathed a sigh of relief and rolled down the window to get some fresh air.
The breeze brushed her cheeks, gradually dispelling the heat.
...
Back at Maple Residence, Gregory said to Abigail, "I'll go to the study to handle some work. Tell the kitchen what you want for dinner."
"Okay." Abigail nodded obediently.
Seeing her well-behaved look, Gregory couldn't resist and ruffled her hair.
Half a minute later, Abigail shook her head and complained, "Mr. White, you messed up my hairstyle!"
Gregory withdrew his hand; the fluffy feeling was too addictive to resist.
He clenched his fist and coughed lightly. "I'll head upstairs first."
With that, he left without looking back.
Watching his retreating figure, Abigail couldn't help but find it amusing.
Once in the study, Gregory made a phone call and instructed, "I don't want to see that waiter at Aramore again."
On the other end, Leo seemed used to it and nodded slightly. "Okay, I'll take care of it right away."
After giving a few more work-related instructions, he hung up and started working.
Before long, his phone rang; it was Henry calling.
As soon as he answered, a hearty laugh came through the receiver.
Gregory frowned. "Get to the point."
He was very busy; after finishing his work, he still had to go downstairs to have dinner with Abigail.
Henry quickly restrained his laughter but couldn't hide the smile on his face.
"I heard from Quinn that you were drugged but still held on. So what's the point of your marriage?" Henry teased.
Gregory detected the sarcasm in Henry's tone but felt no shame; instead, he was quite proud. "Only someone obsessed with sex like you would think marriage is just for that."
Henry retorted, "What's wrong with enjoying sex? When you truly experience it, you'll understand what real happiness is!"
Gregory disagreed. "Anything else? If not, I'm hanging up."
Henry said, "Don't hang up! I'm just checking on you. Why are you so heartless?"
Gregory sneered, "No need. Someone like you, who changes partners like clothes, wouldn't understand."
Since they met, Henry had never lacked female company.
He treated each girlfriend well, whether it was money, resources, or luxury items, buying whatever they wanted.
But he never truly cared for any of them.
His relationships with those women were just for novelty.
Henry also couldn't understand why Gregory only liked Abigail.
To him, relationships were based on mutual consent. He had money, the other party needed money, so they got together. When they got bored, they moved on. There were plenty of women; losing one wouldn't affect his life.
Gregory said, "That's because you haven't truly fallen in love. When that day comes, you'll understand."
Henry didn't take it seriously; he thought that day would never come.
What he didn’t know was that he would soon understand the meaning of those words when he truly experienced unrequited love.
Henry asked again, "You've been married to Abigail for over a month and still haven't made a move. Are you physically incapable?"
Gregory remained silent.
Henry, unaware of the danger, became even more excited on the edge of risk. "Forgot you're still a virgin. Need me to share some resources for you to learn?"
Gregory's face instantly darkened, and he gritted his teeth. "Henry, that piece of land you wanted is gone, and so is that limited edition Rolls-Royce."
Henry was shocked.
He immediately apologized. "Gregory, I'm sorry. Please forgive me! I was just talking nonsense. Your relationship with Abigail is getting better and better!"
"Too late." Gregory hung up and tossed the phone aside.
...
After dinner, Gregory returned to the study for a video conference.
After the meeting, he checked his phone and found dozens of messages from Henry: [Gregory, I really know I was wrong. To show my sincerity, I've taken out all my treasured collections. Make sure to check them out!]
Gregory frowned, opened his email, and saw that Henry had sent many files.
Curious, he opened one, only to see all sorts of indecent images.
The sounds of heavy breathing and moaning, mingled from both men and women, came from the computer.
Abigail, who had just come in with a cup of coffee, froze in place.
Their eyes met, and Abigail realized what Gregory was doing, her cheeks flushing.
Gregory hurriedly closed the video, walked over to Abigail, and explained, "Abigail, it's not what you think."
Abigail awkwardly smiled, "You continue, I'll leave first."
She had heard that many men liked to watch various videos to relieve their desires, but she hadn't expected Gregory to be one of them.
Gregory usually projected a cold and restrained image, so she had never considered this possibility. However, upon reflection, it made sense that at thirty years old, he would have such needs.
Seeing that Abigail misunderstood, Gregory quickly grabbed her hand and said, "Abigail, listen to me. The video isn't mine; Henry sent it. I opened it by accident. I didn't know what it was before I opened it."
Abigail looked at him suspiciously.
So, was it true that men shared resources among themselves?
"Yeah, Henry goes through women like he changes outfits, never really committing, but somehow he's concerned about our relationship," Gregory said calmly, observing Abigail's disbelief.
Abigail found it amusing and asked, "So, is he afraid you won't perform well or that you don't know how?"
Gregory felt like he had been stabbed twice in the heart.
The veins on his forehead throbbed, touching on a matter of male pride that he couldn't admit.
Seeing Gregory's restrained expression, Abigail couldn't help but stifle a laugh.
Actually, she knew Gregory well enough to know he wouldn't actively watch such videos.
She just rarely saw Gregory flustered and wanted to tease him a bit.
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