Chapter 150 A Full Check-Up
Gregory snagged the person just in time and helped them back to bed, worry all over his face. "Abigail, you good?"
Abigail shook her head, still feeling woozy, but managed a weak smile. "Yeah, I'm fine."
Gregory wasn't buying it. He got even more tense. "Nah, we gotta get a doc to check you out."
Seeing him reach for his phone, Abigail quickly grabbed his hand to stop him.
Blushing, she bit her lip. "I'm just super tired, seriously, no need for a doctor."
Gregory paused, eyeing her closely. She looked pale as a ghost. "Alright, but you gotta lie down and rest. I'll get the servant to bring up some grub."
Abigail knew she couldn't make it downstairs and nodded.
With Gregory's help, she got back into bed.
Gregory fluffed a pillow behind her and sat by the bed, his deep blue eyes full of worry.
Soon, there was a knock on the door, and a servant came in with a tray.
Gregory had set up a little table for her to eat in bed and arranged the food.
He'd told the kitchen to whip up some chicken soup and other nutritious stuff early that morning—all her favorite foods.
But today, she wasn't feeling it.
She sipped some soup and, under Gregory's watchful eye, managed half a bowl of noodles before putting down the utensils.
"I can't eat anymore!" she said, sounding pitiful.
Gregory coaxed, "Just a little more, come on."
Abigail pouted and glared at him. "You just said that."
Seeing she really couldn't eat more, Gregory gave up.
The servant quickly cleared everything away.
Once they were alone, Gregory hugged Abigail and kissed her cheek. "My bad, I didn't know when to stop. Won't happen again."
Abigail was stunned, then smiled. So Gregory knew everything!
She'd been too embarrassed to say it out loud. She didn't expect Gregory to be so perceptive.
Abigail smiled at him. "I'm fine, Mr. White. No need to worry. Just a bit tired, a little rest will do."
Gregory frowned, his warm hand wrapping around her slender wrist.
'Too thin. Even though she eats regularly and takes supplements, why is she still so thin?' Gregory thought.
A check-up was definitely needed.
Gregory was decisive; once he made up his mind, he acted on it.
As soon as Abigail fell asleep again, he called Quinn to come and check on her.
Quinn was a bit speechless. "Gregory, I'm just a psychologist."
"I know, but I don't trust anyone else," Gregory said.
The higher he climbed, the more dangers would lurk around.
Over the years, Gregory had been highly regarded, but there were very few people he could absolutely trust.
Hearing this, Quinn was momentarily stunned.
About half a minute later, he nodded. "I'll be right over."
Seeing him agree, Gregory's tense face relaxed a bit, and he thanked him over the phone. "Quinn, thanks, man."
Quinn didn't say a word and just hung up.
Gregory knew Quinn's style, so he wasn't mad. Instead, he happily went back to the bedside.
An hour later, Quinn rolled up to Maple Residence.
Seeing him, Ralph grinned and went to greet him, "Mr. Worthington, you're here? Come on in."
Quinn, being his usual aloof self, just nodded.
Ralph, knowing Quinn's reclusive nature, didn't mind and led him upstairs with a smile.
As they walked, Ralph said, "I heard Mr. White got drugged a few days ago, and you helped out. Thanks a ton."
"Just doing my job," Quinn replied, keeping it short.
Ralph continued, "Mr. White's lucky to have a friend like you."
Quinn's lips twitched, like he wanted to smile, but it came out all stiff and awkward; under the hallway lights, it looked kinda creepy.
Ralph felt a chill and sped up his pace.
When they got to the master bedroom door, Ralph added, "We need you to give Mrs. White a full check-up. Her health's pretty poor, so we need your help."
Quinn stayed silent. It wasn't really necessary. He wasn't used to people being so warm to him.
He cleared his throat. "I'll do my best."
After speaking, he didn't look at Ralph but knocked on the master bedroom door.
Soon, footsteps came from inside.
Then the door opened, and Gregory, in a robe, stood there, stepping aside. "Come in."
Quinn adjusted his glasses and walked in with his medical kit.
He glanced at the sleeping Abigail on the bed, his eyes suddenly getting a bit meaningful. "You two getting closer?"
"Yeah," Gregory sat on the sofa, legs crossed, a smile on his lips, appearing to be in a good mood.
He even tugged at his robe, "accidentally" showing a bite mark on his collarbone.
"Actually, it's nothing. No woman can resist my charm," Gregory said.
Quinn was silent; his pupils dilated slightly, kinda incredulous.
Was this really the Gregory he knew?
Where did the noble, aloof, and stoic guy go?
How did he suddenly seem like a different person?
Gregory glanced at him, speaking with an experienced tone. "When you have a partner, you'll get how awesome marriage is."
Quinn was silent.
For a moment, he didn't know what to say, feeling super conflicted inside.
In the end, all his emotions turned into silence.
He turned around, back to Gregory, and started to carefully check on Abigail.
He really didn't want to see Gregory's smug face right now.
Seeing Quinn's reluctance to look at him, Gregory couldn't help but find it amusing.
He knew he was acting a bit off, but he couldn't control himself.
At this moment, he wanted to shout his joy and excitement to the world.
No one knew what it was like to silently protect the woman he loved for years without daring to get close.
And this feeling, he had experienced for many years.
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