Chapter 223 Isn't That For Stamina
Abigail's fingers lightly touched her lips, still catching a whiff of Gregory's unique scent. Warm and intense, it stuck around for a while.
Abigail blinked, looking all puzzled. She pouted, "Mr. White, just spill it, please?"
Gregory replied, "It's not the right time yet. I'll tell you on your birthday."
Hearing this, Abigail's face dropped. "That's two months away!"
Gregory poked her puffed-up cheeks and chuckled. "I'll have a surprise for you then. Just wait for it."
Realizing she wasn't getting anything out of Gregory, Abigail gave up. "Alright, it better be a real surprise, or I'll be mad," she said.
"Okay." Gregory agreed with a smile, then took her hand and led her back to the room.
Once inside the bedroom, Abigail kicked off her slippers and flopped onto the soft bed, rolling around comfortably. Yep, the bed was the best place ever.
Gregory grabbed some ointment from the medicine box and sat down by the bed. "Come here."
Abigail's eyes landed on the ointment in his hand, and she remembered the stinging pain from last time. She couldn't help but shrink back. "Mr. White, I think my wound is almost healed, so maybe..."
'We can skip the ointment!' Abigail thought but didn't say out loud.
"What?" Gregory narrowed his eyes slightly, a dangerous glint in them.
Abigail immediately cowered and obediently sat up, moving to the edge of the bed.
Gregory gently removed the bandage and used a cotton swab to apply some ointment to the wound. Abigail gasped in pain and instinctively tried to pull away, but Gregory held her back.
A sharp pain shot through her forehead, like needles pricking her. Abigail's lips quivered, and tears quickly filled her eyes, ready to fall at any moment. Her face was already pale, and now she looked even more pitiful and heart-wrenching.
Gregory sighed with a mix of helplessness and amusement. "I'm being as gentle as I can."
"Not enough, be even gentler," said Abigail.
Outside the door, Ralph, who was about to bring them some fruit, happened to hear this. He couldn't help but blush and shook his head helplessly.
'It wouldn't be long before Grace could hold a grandchild,' Ralph thought.
Abigail had no idea that her cries of pain while applying the ointment had been misunderstood. Her delicate fingers clutched Gregory's shirt tightly, her tearful eyes fixed on him, like a wounded kitten seeking comfort from its owner.
Being stared at with such innocent and aggrieved eyes, Gregory found it hard to resist. His dark eyes deepened, and he pressed his lips together, lowering his voice in warning. "Abigail, don't provoke me!"
"I'm not!" Abigail pouted in dissatisfaction. She hadn't done anything, so don't accuse her!
Gregory finished applying the ointment, threw the cotton swab into the trash, and tidied up briefly before setting the medicine box aside.
Under Abigail's puzzled gaze, Gregory took her hand and placed it between his legs. It was hot, as if it would melt her hand.
Abigail's cheeks flushed, and she quickly pulled her hand back, muttering, "You're shameless!"
Gregory said, "I'm turned on by my wife. Isn't that perfectly natural?"
Abigail's recently withdrawn hand curled slightly, still feeling the lingering heat. Her face turned bright red, like a ripe tomato. "I'm not talking to you anymore. I have work to do!" With that, she quickly climbed out of bed, ready to leave the bedroom.
However, before her feet could touch the ground, a large, strong hand wrapped around her waist. With a slight tug, Gregory pulled Abigail back and leaned over her. "Abigail, I want you." He whispered in her ear, gently nibbling on her plump, blood-red earlobe.
His deep, sexy voice seemed to turn into electric currents, flowing through Abigail's ears and spreading throughout her body. She felt a tingling sensation pass through her spine, making her whole body go soft.
Seeing Abigail almost curling up, Gregory chuckled and asked again, "Is that okay?"
Abigail's heart pounded uncontrollably. Her body, under Gregory's teasing, slowly began to respond. Facing his question, Abigail, despite her shyness, answered softly, "Yes, please."
Every time they did it, Gregory always maintained a stoic demeanor. This time, Abigail summoned her courage and took the initiative to wrap her arms around Gregory's neck, kissing his lips.
Her sudden enthusiasm made Gregory pause, but soon his deep blue eyes were filled with desire. His actions became more forceful.
Abigail finally understood what it meant to "reap what you sow." When she woke up the next morning, her waist and legs were sore.
She curled up in the soft blanket, her round eyes glaring at Gregory. "Gregory, you're sleeping in the study tonight!"
Gregory smiled contentedly, his large hand slipping under the blanket to gently massage her waist. "You're just too tempting. I couldn't control myself!"
Abigail's cheeks turned bright red, and she huffed, turning her back to him.
Seeing that he had really upset Abigail, Gregory quickly moved closer, coaxing her from behind. "Abigail, are you mad?"
"No," Abigail replied.
"Then why won't you look at me?" Gregory rubbed his chin against the top of her head, his tone carrying a hint of grievance.
Abigail quickly turned around and explained, "I'm really not mad, but you need to be more restrained in the future."
She still had to go to work! If someone noticed, her worktime would filled with giggles and gossip.
Gregory chuckled softly, realizing the reason. He coaxed in a low voice, "Alright, I'll be more careful in the future. I'll make sure you're comfortable while..."
Before he could finish, Abigail covered his mouth. "Stop! It's too embarrassing!"
If he continued, she'd be blushing all day at work!
'That's far from embarrassing; I surely can say something that will make you blush even more,' Gregory silently said to himself. But he didn't dare say it out loud in front of Abigail. Abigail was shy. If he really upset her, he'd probably end up sleeping in the cold study for real.
After fooling around in bed for a while, Abigail and Gregory finally got up. They quickly washed up and went downstairs for breakfast. To their surprise, Henry had arrived at some point and was sitting in the living room eating fruit.
Hearing footsteps on the stairs, Henry turned and greeted them with a smile, "Gregory, Abigail, you guys sure slept in!"
Before Abigail could explain, Henry remarked, "But I understand. The nights are short, after all."
Gregory shot him a cold look. "If that's all you wanna talk about, just shut up."
He had just managed to coax Abigail, and Henry almost ruined his efforts with one sentence.
Henry shrank back, laughing awkwardly. "I was just joking. Abigail, don't take it to heart."
Abigail shook her head. "I won't."
At that moment, Ralph came out of the dining room, smiling. "I made some special soup for you today. Drink it while it's hot."
Henry's eyes widened in surprise, pointing at the soup. "Whoa, isn't that good for stamina?"
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