Chapter 222 Cooking Just for You
Gregory walked into the house, balancing a cake in one hand and flowers in the other. But the living room was eerily quiet, and even Ralph, who was usually on top of things, didn't show up to greet him.
Feeling a bit confused, Gregory kept moving further inside. Soon, he heard cheerful laughter and applause coming from the dining room.
"Mrs. White, you're amazing!"
"You're a natural, picking it up so fast!"
"Mr. White is going to be so thrilled and surprised!"
Abigail blushed at the compliments and waved her hand shyly. "It's not that big of a deal. You guys are great teachers. Thanks for showing me."
The servants, flattered, quickly waved their hands in return.
Just then, a cool, puzzled voice cut through the chatter. "What's going on here?"
Abigail looked toward the door and saw Gregory had come home from work. She quickly turned off the stove and ran to him, her eyes sparkling like stars. "Mr. White, you're back?"
Gregory's cold expression softened, a touch of gentleness in his eyes. "Yeah, what's happening? Why is everyone gathered here?"
"I'm learning to cook from them. They say I have a knack for it and pick things up quickly!" Abigail said proudly, puffing out her chest.
Gregory chuckled, gently ruffling her hair, and led her into the dining room. "Really? Let me see what you've made."
Abigail, both excited and nervous, pointed to the cooking station. "A steak and some chicken wings. Mr. White, try them and see how they taste."
Gregory looked at the dishes, which seemed pretty good, and couldn't help but smile. He had wanted Abigail to rest more at home, but she couldn't sit still.
Seeing that he wasn't moving, Abigail urged, "Mr. White, try a bite. This is my first time cooking."
Gregory's heart softened, and he quickly used a fork to taste the steak. It was tender, with a lingering red wine flavor.
Abigail watched him expectantly, holding her breath. "How is it?"
"Delicious!" Gregory praised her without hesitation, giving her a thumbs up. "Abigail, you really have a talent for cooking!"
Abigail blushed slightly at the compliment and quickly pushed the other dish toward him. "Try this one too."
Gregory tasted the chicken wings and nodded. "Delicious!"
Abigail's smile widened, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Her afternoon's effort had paid off.
"Mr. White, if you like it, eat more," Abigail said.
Gregory nodded, gently pulling her into his arms and offering her a chicken wing she made. "What made you decide to cook today?"
Abigail playfully stuck out her tongue and said with a hint of frustration, "I was just so bored at home, completely idle!"
Gregory smiled helplessly, about to say something when Abigail added, "Mr. White, I didn't overwork myself. I took a long nap at noon."
Gregory looked at her deeply and said meaningfully, "I hope you can still say that tonight."
Abigail was stunned for a few seconds before she finally got what he meant. Her face turned bright red, the blush spreading to her ears.
She glared at him playfully, glanced around, and lowered her voice. "Mr. White, don't say such things. There are others here."
"Don't worry, they didn't hear." Gregory also lowered his voice.
As soon as he finished speaking, his cold and murderous gaze swept over the watching servants. The servants were startled and quickly made excuses about unfinished work, hastily leaving the dining room.
They saw nothing! Heard nothing!
Really, nothing!
Abigail looked at the fleeing servants and then at Gregory, feeling both helpless and amused.
Indeed, when Gregory put on a cold face, few could withstand it.
Gregory helped Abigail bring the two dishes to the dining table, then quickly took off his suit jacket, rolled up his shirt sleeves, and started cooking spaghetti. Abigail took his jacket and stood at the door, watching him cook.
Gregory's tall figure and cold demeanor were softened by the steam rising from the pot and the warm yellow light of the dining room.
"Mr. White, has anyone ever told you that you look very handsome when you cook?" Abigail asked.
No one could resist a man willing to cook for you. Abigail was no exception.
Hearing this, Gregory slowly turned his head, looked at Abigail, and smiled. "No, you're the first. And I've only ever cooked for you."
Abigail couldn't help but laugh.
When the spaghetti was cooked, Gregory took out two bowls from the cabinet, served the spaghetti, and brought them to the dining table. Abigail used her utensils to poke around and found a fried egg hidden inside, as usual.
Her mind suddenly flashed back to her first day at Maple Residence, when she was drenched and had to wear Gregory's shirt. That night, Gregory had also cooked her a bowl of spaghetti with a fried egg.
"Why aren't you eating?" Seeing that Abigail hadn't moved her fork for a while, Gregory frowned slightly and asked worriedly, "Don't you like it?"
"No, I just remembered some old things." Abigail shook her head and took a bite of the spaghetti. The taste was just as she remembered.
Abigail chewed slowly, swallowed the food, and then asked, "Mr. White, can I ask you a question?"
"Sure." Gregory nodded.
"That day, why did you decide to take me home? There are many women better, more excellent, and more suitable for you than me. Why did you choose me?" Abigail asked.
This question had puzzled her for a long time. She was Roman's fiancée at the time, and even if the engagement was canceled, that relationship couldn't just be erased. Gregory choosing her as his wife would definitely spark gossip behind his back.
Gregory was a businessman; she couldn't believe he didn't understand this. But he still did it. Why?
Gregory looked deeply at Abigail, his lips slightly curved. "Want to know the reason?"
Abigail nodded vigorously. "Yes!"
"Then come closer." Gregory beckoned her with his finger.
They were originally sitting face to face. Hearing this, Abigail immediately got up and sat next to Gregory. Her moist eyes stared at him unblinkingly, waiting for his answer.
Gregory slowly leaned in, and under Abigail's puzzled and surprised gaze, he gently pecked her soft lips.
"That's the answer," said Gregory.
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