Chapter 219 Feeding
Seeing her all cute and compliant, Gregory couldn't help but laugh and scooped Abigail up.
Abigail squirmed a bit, feeling awkward, and whispered to Gregory, "Mr. White, maybe you should hold me differently; people are staring."
Gregory chuckled, raising an eyebrow. "What's wrong with this?"
Abigail pouted, her cheeks flushing. "I'm not a baby. Only babies get carried like this."
Gregory pulled out a chair and sat her on his lap, leaning in close to her cheek. "But you're my baby."
He spoke so close that his breath tickled her cheek.
A warm blush spread across her face, and Abigail shyly buried her face in Gregory's shoulder.
She whispered, "Mom's watching, don't say stuff like that."
Gregory laughed, seeing how shy she was, and promised to behave.
When the servant brought the food, Gregory fed it to Abigail.
Abigail looked a bit uncomfortable and tried to take the utensils. "I can eat by myself; it's my head that's hurt, not my hands."
Gregory dodged, glancing at her injured arm, making his point clear.
Abigail sighed. "It's just a bruise, nothing serious."
'I'm not that fragile,' she thought.
But Gregory insisted on feeding her. "If you don't eat now, it'll get cold. Open up."
Abigail couldn't argue, so she obediently opened her mouth and ate.
Gregory didn't eat much, but Abigail was stuffed.
She leaned back, patting her full stomach, and looked at Gregory with a hint of annoyance. "Mr. White, if you keep feeding me like this, I'm gonna get fat!"
Gregory finished his oatmeal and looked at her. "A little chubby is good, you're too thin."
Abigail pouted and asked, "Mr. White, if I get really fat, will you still like me?"
"Yes," Gregory answered without hesitation.
Abigail's lips curled up, and her mood lifted.
In the living room, Grace saw the sweet scene of Gregory and Abigail through the glass door and smiled.
Andy noticed Grace's good mood and sighed. "Ah, young love."
"Yeah, it's all about finding the right person," Grace said, a hint of sadness in her eyes. Andy noticed and quickly changed the subject. "Mrs. White, it's getting late. Shall I help you to bed?"
Grace smiled and nodded, slowly getting up from the sofa. "Alright, let's go, we won't disturb them."
The next morning, Grace and Andy had breakfast at home before heading back to the White Manor.
Abigail wanted to go to work, but Gregory didn't allow her to go. "The doctor said you need to rest. No work for now."
Abigail pouted, showing her displeasure. "But I feel fine, and there's a meeting I need to attend."
Gregory's face was serious, his tone firm. "The company will survive without you. The secretary can bring documents here, and meetings can be done via video call. Your health comes first."
He still hadn't figured out if the car accident was just bad luck or something more sinister, so there was no way he was letting Abigail out of his sight.
Abigail wanted to argue, but seeing the worry in his eyes, she couldn't bring herself to.
"Alright then," she said, giving in.
Gregory finally smiled, gently ruffling her hair. "Good girl."
An hour later, Susan showed up at Maple Residence with a stack of documents that needed Abigail's attention.
She expected to find Abigail alone in the study, but Gregory was there too.
Gregory looked up slowly, his gaze making Susan freeze in her tracks.
"Mr. White!" Susan greeted nervously.
Abigail glanced at Susan, amused, then looked up at Gregory. "Mr. White, you're scaring Susan."
Gregory lowered his eyes, his deep voice tinged with a hint of grievance. "I didn't do anything."
Abigail couldn't help but laugh.
Some people, even without saying a word, just had a presence that made others feel immense pressure. Gregory was one of those people.
She reached out and touched Gregory's hair, speaking softly, "Mr. White, you're not scary at all. They just don't know you well enough."
With that one statement, the coldness on Gregory's face melted away, replaced by a gentle smile.
"Alright, I'll leave you to it. I'll head out." He lifted Abigail off his lap and left the study.
As soon as he was gone, the tension in the room lifted, and Susan let out a sigh of relief. She looked at Abigail with newfound admiration.
To Susan, Abigail was like a soft little bunny who could tame a lion. She seemed delicate but had a hidden strength.
Noticing Susan's gaze, Abigail chuckled. "Sorry about that, Susan. He can be a bit childish sometimes."
Susan's lips twitched. Probably only Abigail would dare to call Gregory childish.
Thinking of Gregory's cold eyes, Susan shivered and quickly focused on her work.
After reporting, Susan looked at Abigail with concern. "Ms. Martin, how's your injury?"
Last night, she was terrified when she heard about Abigail's car accident.
Abigail shook her head, not looking up. "It's fine, just a mild concussion."
Though she was really scared during the accident, the injury wasn't serious. Except for occasional mild pain when overthinking, there didn't seem to be any other issues.
Susan's mouth dropped open, too shocked to speak.
'What do you mean just a mild concussion?' Susan thought.
For a moment, Susan looked at Abigail with even more admiration.
Noticing Susan's gaze, Abigail slowly raised her eyes and smiled. "I'm really fine; it just looks worse than it is."
The reason the bandage on her head was so thick was because Gregory insisted on it, saying that if it wasn't wrapped tightly, the wound might get infected.
So, it just looked serious.
Susan slowly let out a breath. "Ms. Martin, if there's nothing else, I'll take my leave."
"Wait a moment," Abigail suddenly called out.
Susan paused, turning back with confusion. "Ms. Martin, is there anything else?"
Abigail's eyes flickered, and she asked, "Susan, how long did you work with David before?"
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