Chapter 164 My Husband Was the Handsomest
Abigail's eyes lit up, and she jogged over to Gregory.
Gregory was just getting out of the car, opened his arms, and pulled Abigail into a big hug.
Even though there were a bunch of people around, Gregory didn't seem to care and just held her tight.
Noticing something was off, Abigail looked up, her eyes sparkling, and asked, "Mr. White, what's up?"
"Abigail, you still have me," he said. "So don't be sad because of David."
Abigail was taken aback for a second, then got what he meant, feeling moved.
She took Gregory's hand, their fingers intertwining, and smiled, "I'm not sad. I have you and Mom. You two are my real family."
As for David, she had long since given up any hope for him. No hope, no disappointment.
Hearing her say this, Gregory finally relaxed. "I'm glad you think that way. David doesn't deserve to be your father. It's good you cut ties with him early on, or they would've kept bullying you!"
Abigail smiled slightly, and she said, "As long as I don't want to, no one can hurt me."
Before marrying Gregory, she had always held onto past feelings. Whether it was for Roman or David.
She thought, although David was a jerk, he was someone Michelle had loved deeply. As long as he didn't go too far, she could tolerate it.
Roman had cheated, but marrying him was Michelle's last wish, so she had endured it.
But later, she figured it out. Michelle was the person who loved her the most in this world, so she definitely wouldn't want her to trap herself and suffer.
From the moment she decided to cut ties with David, no matter what David did to her, she wouldn't be sad anymore.
Gregory tenderly rubbed Abigail's head and pulled her back into his arms.
After getting in the car, Gregory still held Abigail's hand, not letting go. He coaxed softly, "Abigail, what do you want for lunch? I'll take you to eat."
Abigail tilted her head and thought for a moment, then responded, "I want to eat a meal you cook yourself."
Gregory was stunned for a moment, then chuckled. "Alright, then we'll eat at home."
Abigail stared at Gregory's perfect profile and couldn't help but silently marvel in her mind, ' How am I so lucky to meet such a gentle and considerate man like Gregory?'
Perhaps her gaze was too focused, even Gregory, who was concentrating on driving, noticed.
Gregory turned his head slightly and asked with a smile, "What are you looking at?"
"Looking at you. You don't know how handsome you look right now!" Abigail blurted out instinctively.
Gregory raised an eyebrow. "Am I only handsome right now?"
Abigail was amused by him and quickly added, "You are always the most handsome."
Hearing the answer he wanted, Gregory's lips curved slightly, and he slowly pulled the car over to the side of the road.
Abigail glanced outside in confusion and was about to ask why they had stopped when Gregory suddenly leaned in.
"What's wrong?" Faced with Gregory's enlarged handsome face, Abigail started to stutter.
Her reaction amused Gregory. Gregory smiled and gently bit her soft lips.
Abigail blinked, her mind going blank. She felt the warm, moist sensation on her lips, and her heartbeat quickened.
The kiss went on for what felt like forever, so long that Abigail felt like she was running out of air.
She reached out and pushed against Gregory's chest, and he quickly let her go. But he didn't move away; his hand stayed on her waist.
Their foreheads touched, noses brushed, and breaths mingled.
"Abigail, remember what I said? Don't look at me like that when I'm driving, or I won't be able to resist," Gregory murmured in a low, husky voice, with a hint of undeniable sexiness.
Abigail blushed and pinched his waist. "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Gregory laughed, ruffling her hair before sitting back properly and starting the car again.
After that little "lesson," Abigail didn't dare to stare at Gregory anymore and just looked out the window.
Maybe the earlier moment was too intimate, making the car feel a few degrees warmer.
Abigail felt her cheeks burning, so she slowly lowered the window and fanned herself with her hand, trying to cool down.
Watching her childish actions, Gregory's smile deepened.
When they got home, Gregory told Abigail to go rest while he headed to the kitchen.
The chef was surprised to see him cooking. "Mr. White, did we do something wrong?"
Nowadays, having a skill could ensure a livelihood, but finding another family in Aramore that paid such a high salary would be nearly impossible.
Gregory smiled and explained, "I'll be cooking lunch today. You can leave early."
The chef was stunned for a moment, then realized and asked with a smile, "Mr. White, are you cooking for Mrs. White? You really are a good husband."
He had worked in other wealthy families before and had seen many people.
Among those famous figures, let alone cooking for their wives, even serving tea was rare. Unlike Gregory, who seemed like a different person after getting married.
The old Gregory was cold and aloof, nothing like the warm and polite man he was now.
Receiving the chef's admiring gaze, Gregory smiled helplessly.
To him, cooking was nothing special, and cooking for his wife was a given.
After the chef left, Gregory began preparing the ingredients.
His movements were skilled and orderly, and even in the small kitchen, he couldn't hide his noble demeanor.
Abigail went upstairs to change clothes, and when she came down, she heard sounds coming from the kitchen. She walked over and saw Gregory cooking steak.
Abigail stood at the door, not making a sound to disturb him.
But Gregory was too alert and soon sensed someone watching him.
He turned around and saw Abigail, smiling. "It'll be ready in a bit."
Abigail walked in, hugged him from behind, and pressed her cheek against his back.
Gregory's back stiffened for a moment but quickly relaxed. He asked in confusion, "What's wrong, Abigail? Not happy?"
"No, I just feel so lucky to have married you," Abigail said.
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