Chapter 188 Take Off Your Clothes
Abigail stood up, skipping dinner, and dragged Gregory upstairs.
Gregory followed her without a word.
The maids cleaning around noticed them holding hands and couldn't help but sigh, "Mr. White and Mrs. White have such a great relationship!"
Everyone knew that inheritance disputes were common in wealthy families and that most marriages were just business deals, lacking real affection.
Some young heirs even used their wealth to have affairs, leading to many illegitimate children.
But since Abigail and Gregory got married, no one had ever seen them argue.
Abigail had a sweet temper, and her occasional whims only made her more charming.
Gregory was even more accommodating. Since they got married, unless he was swamped with work, he always came home on time.
He was the perfect example of a husband who put family first.
Even in regular families, this level of harmony was rare. It was simply enviable!
Abigail and Gregory had no idea they were the model couple in the eyes of the servants.
Once they were in the bedroom, Abigail locked the door.
Gregory noticed her actions, his eyes darkening a bit, and his Adam's apple bobbed slightly.
He gave a knowing smile, unbuttoning his shirt as he walked toward the bed. "If I knew you were in such a hurry, we could've skipped dinner."
He had planned to let Abigail rest for the night, considering they had been up until 3 AM the previous night, worried her body couldn't handle it.
But since Abigail was rarely this proactive, he couldn't dampen her enthusiasm.
Thinking about what was about to happen, a smile crossed Gregory's handsome face.
Abigail rummaged through her belongings, pulling out a sketchpad and paper, looking puzzled. "What did you just say?"
Gregory looked at her, meeting her gaze, and stayed silent for a long time.
"What are you doing?" Gregory asked.
"Taking out sketch paper and pencils," Abigail replied.
Gregory said, "I know it's sketch paper and pencils, but is this the time for that?"
Abigail looked at the sketch paper and pencils in her hand, then at him, and suddenly burst into laughter. "Gregory, what did you think I was going to do?"
Even if Gregory was clueless, he knew he had misunderstood. The veins on his forehead throbbed, and he helplessly rubbed his temples. "So you brought me to the room and locked the door just to draw?"
Abigail stood up, walked to him, and sweetly smiled. "Mr. White, didn't you say I could punish you however I wanted? Just be my model for a bit."
Her clear eyes blinked innocently and sincerely.
Gregory was almost infuriated by her! He had already taken off half his clothes, only to be told he was just there to be a model!
Seeing Gregory's gloomy expression, Abigail carefully hooked his fingers and gently shook them. "Mr. White, please, you know DM is preparing for the new season, and I want to contribute to the company."
Whenever she pleaded, Gregory's heart softened, and he couldn't say no.
Gregory sighed deeply, seemingly helpless, yet also resigned.
"Just this once." He pinched Abigail's perky nose and rebuttoned his shirt. "I'm ready, what do I do?"
Abigail's lips curled into a sly smile, and she grabbed his hand, stopping him from rebuttoning his shirt. "No need to wear it, just take off your shirt."
Gregory had a tall and lean build, not an ounce of extra fat, even more perfect than those male models.
With a body like that, it would be a crime to cover it up.
Gregory let go of the buttons and gave her a teasing look, "You do it."
"I'll do it, I'll do it. It's just a shirt!" Abigail said, not shy at all.
She hummed a little tune, stood on her tiptoes, and seriously started unbuttoning Gregory's shirt.
But Gregory's shirt buttons were custom-made and tricky to undo, requiring a lot of patience.
Gregory's hot and intense gaze from above was almost impossible to ignore, making her a bit flustered.
The more anxious she got, the clumsier her hands became, taking several minutes to finally undo the first button.
Gregory stood still, looking down at her.
From her perspective, Abigail's soft little face was slightly puffed, her eyes focused and serious. Because of her nervousness, her long, curled eyelashes trembled lightly, like butterfly wings fluttering uneasily.
In the end, he couldn't bear it. He wrapped one arm around Abigail's slender waist, supporting her body, and quickly undid the shirt buttons with the other hand.
There was no way around it; every principle crumbled when it came to Abigail.
"Thank you, hubby, I knew you were the best!" Abigail smiled brightly at him and kissed his cheek.
The light kiss echoed in Gregory's ear, leaving him a bit puzzled.
Although he didn't understand what Abigail wanted to do, he still cooperated, taking off his shirt and following her instructions precisely.
Abigail sat on the sofa, sketchpad on her lap, and started drawing, occasionally gesturing at Gregory with her pencil.
Three hours passed, and Abigail had already gone through several sheets of paper.
Gregory initially thought they were all drafts, but when it was over and he looked closer, he realized they were all finished drawings.
Men's clothing didn't need too many patterns or designs, especially for someone like him, who mostly wore suits.
Abigail finished the last stroke, finally relaxing and rubbing her sore wrist, saying, "Finally done! I'm exhausted!"
Seeing the fatigue on her face, Gregory couldn't help but feel a bit distressed. He pulled her wrist over to help massage it.
"I'll get a hot towel to help you with a warm compress," Gregory said.
Abigail replied, "No need, let me show you my sketches. These are suits, and these are trench coats, and shirts. My favorite is this one; it can have some other designs, not too formal, but not too flashy either."
Abigail was usually quiet, and Gregory rarely saw her talk so animatedly. Her delicate face was full of pride, and she seemed to glow with radiance.
Gregory watched her, a bit entranced.
He now firmly believed that helping Abigail reclaim DM was the right choice, because Abigail had never needed to rely on anyone to survive. Given enough opportunities, she could spread her wings and soar freely in the sky.
Abigail talked until her mouth was dry, but Gregory didn't respond. Curious, she turned her head and found Gregory staring at her blankly.
She waved her hand in front of him, pouting. "I talked so much, and you're daydreaming!"
Gregory grabbed her slender hand and gently squeezed it in his palm, explaining, "I wasn't daydreaming. I just think you're becoming more and more charming, and I can't help but feel a little protective because I know other men will notice you too."
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