Chapter 187 Strawberry-flavored Kiss
When they got home, Ralph was there to greet them with a respectful nod. "Mr. White, Mrs. White, you must be exhausted. Dinner's ready."
"Thanks, Ralph," Abigail said with a smile, holding Gregory's hand as they walked inside. "Hurry up, I'm starving."
Gregory, with a helpless sigh, picked up the pace to keep up with her.
The moment they stepped in, Ralph signaled the footmen to begin the service.
Abigail couldn't wait to sit down.
Standing discreetly to the side, the chef observed the scene with a keen eye. His white chef's coat was immaculate, and his hands, clasped behind his back, betrayed a slight tension.
Before Abigail moved in, he had doubted his cooking skills. Gregory only cared about feeling full and didn't pay much attention to taste.
Every time the chef asked Gregory if there was anything to improve, Gregory would just say it was fine and to keep up the good work, which left the chef feeling a bit frustrated.
But Abigail was different. "Exquisite," she murmured, a smile playing on her lips. "The balance of flavors is perfect."
The chef said with a big smile, "Thank you, Mrs. White. I am pleased it meets your expectations."
Just as he was grinning, a cold glare suddenly swept over him, making him shiver.
He froze, slowly turned his head, and met Gregory's warning gaze.
The chef fell silent. Gregory's possessiveness was a bit too strong!
The chef thought, 'I'm just a chef! And I'm almost fifty! This is too much, isn't it?'
If Gregory could hear his thoughts, he would definitely nod firmly—'Indeed, it is too much! Only I could stare at Abigail.'
Seeing the chef's aggrieved expression, Gregory coughed twice, waved his hand, and signaled him to leave.
After the chef left, Gregory stared at Abigail as if no one else was around.
Abigail was really beautiful. Even the way she ate was so cute. How could there be such a well-behaved and cute girl?
After Abigail was full, she looked up and found Gregory staring at her, his gaze deep and intense.
She paused, wiped her face, and curiously asked, "Mr. White, is there something on my face?"
Gregory shook his head and replied, "No."
"Then why are you staring at me?" Abigail's eyes twinkled mischievously, asking with a smile.
Gregory's expression suddenly became a bit unnatural. He coughed lightly and said, "Nothing, just happy to see you enjoying your meal."
Abigail couldn't help but laugh, walked over to Gregory, and sat on his lap.
"Mr. White, do you know what you looked like just now?" Abigail asked.
"What?" Gregory asked.
As soon as Abigail sat on his lap, he naturally wrapped his arms around her waist, which was slender and soft.
Through a thin layer of fabric, his well-defined fingers gently caressed her waist, one of Abigail's most sensitive spots.
Feeling Gregory's movements, Abigail couldn't help but cry out, laughing as she tried to dodge his hand.
Although Gregory didn't use much force, he was reluctant to let go of her waist.
Abigail felt a tickling sensation, laughing and dodging as she said, "You looked like an immovable stone just now."
Hearing this, a trace of helplessness flashed in Gregory's eyes. "Can't I look at my own wife?"
Seeing Gregory's hand slowly moving down from her waist, Abigail's heart raced, and she pleaded, "You can look all you want! Mr. White, let me go, there are many people watching."
Although they were the only ones in the dining room, the faint sound of footsteps outside suggested that even the slightest noise would be clearly heard.
Abigail's heart was pounding, and she gently patted Gregory's shoulder, signaling him to let her go.
Gregory didn't budge. "You came over here willingly, so why should I let go?"
Abigail pouted, clearly not happy. She just wanted to tease Gregory a bit, not end up in this situation.
The next second, Gregory's big hands pinched her cheeks.
Her soft, pink lips puckered up, making her look both cute and silly.
Seeing her like this, Gregory couldn't resist and kissed her.
Since she had just drunk some strawberry juice, her lips still tasted sweet. One taste wasn't enough for him; he wanted more.
So, he let go of her cheeks and held the back of her head instead.
He leaned in, and a passionate, intense kiss took over, full of undeniable dominance.
Abigail didn't expect Gregory to be so bold. One kiss wasn't enough; he went in for another.
Her eyes widened slightly, glaring at him, silently expressing her dissatisfaction.
Although his kiss made her happy, thinking that this was the dining room and someone could walk in at any moment made her heart race uncontrollably.
Luckily, besides kissing, Gregory didn't do anything more.
When she was almost out of breath, he sensibly let her go.
As his hand loosened from her waist, Abigail quickly slipped out of Gregory's embrace like a little fish, her face red.
Just then, Ralph walked in and saw the scene.
But he clearly misunderstood something.
His eyelids twitched, and he quickly covered his eyes, turning around, saying repeatedly, "Sorry, I didn't know you were here, sorry for disturbing."
Who would have thought that Gregory and Abigail were so intimate, they couldn't even wait to go to their room.
Abigail blinked in confusion, knowing he misunderstood, and was about to explain when Ralph suddenly turned and ran away.
He ran as if a monster was chasing him.
At this moment, a low chuckle came from behind, the hoarse voice carrying a hint of sexiness.
Abigail, her face red, glared angrily. "It's all your fault, Ralph misunderstood!"
"What did he misunderstand?" Gregory pretended not to understand, his deep eyes filled with teasing laughter.
Thinking of the scene where she sat on Gregory's lap, being kissed by him, the blush on Abigail's face spread to the back of her ears. "You still dare to talk, I don't want to talk to you anymore!"
Wasn't this asking knowingly?
He just wanted to tease her, to see her embarrassed!
Seeing Abigail angry, Gregory quickly stood up, pulled her into his arms, and said with a smile, "Don't be mad, I was just joking with you."
Abigail snorted lightly, turning her face away, not wanting to talk to him.
Looking at her pouting face, Gregory found it both helpless and amusing.
He raised his hand; his well-defined fingers poking her soft cheek. "Do you want to get back at me?"
Abigail's ears twitched, she immediately turned her head to look at him, her eyes sparkling like they were filled with tiny stars. "Really? You said it!"
Gregory helplessly held his forehead. He knew that Abigail wasn't really angry; she was just waiting for him to give in.
But what could he do? He just liked her being willful in front of him, so he could only go along with her.
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