Chapter 228 Go Sleep in the Study Tonight
Seeing Abigail all shy and curled up, Gregory couldn't help but laugh. He reached out, ruffling her slightly messy hair, his voice clear and deep. "Nope."
Then he called out to Ralph outside the door, "Got it. You guys must be wiped out today; go rest up."
Ralph was taken aback for a second, then quickly realized he might've interrupted something. With a knowing smile, he said, "Alright, I'll handle it. Promise no one will bother you tonight."
Abigail, hearing Ralph, knew he had the wrong idea. She lifted her flushed face from Gregory's chest and glared at him. "Did you do that on purpose?"
Gregory grinned, though there wasn't a trace of true guilt on his face. "Yep, all on purpose."
Abigail was so mad she wanted to hit him, but before her fist could land, he caught it in his warm, strong hand.
Gregory continued, "We haven't had time alone in forever. Tonight, no interruptions."
Abigail looked up, meeting Gregory's deep eyes, which seemed like a giant whirlpool. Her heart raced, and she quickly looked away. "Who wants to spend time alone with you? I just want a good meal and then sleep."
Gregory smirked. "Sleep with me then."
Abigail went silent.
Gregory leaned in, giving her rosy lips a light peck, then ruffled her hair. "Alright, let's eat first."
Still dazed, Abigail let Gregory lead her out of the bathroom. Seeing the table full of delicious food, she immediately forgot everything that had just happened. Her focus shifted entirely to the feast before her, her eyes widening with delight.
Since becoming the CEO of DM, Abigail's appetite had grown. As a newbie in the corporate world, carrying the company's future on her shoulders, she was exhausted every day. So she decided to indulge in some stress-eating.
Gregory sat beside her, coaxing, "Take it easy, no one's gonna steal your food."
"So hungry!" Abigail mumbled with her mouth full, "I feel like I could eat a whole cow!"
Gregory watched her puffed-up cheeks, his lips curling into a smile. How could Abigail be so cute? Cute enough to make him want to kiss her.
His well-defined fingers curled slightly, a dark gleam flashing in his eyes, so quickly it was almost unnoticeable. Focused on eating, Abigail was completely unaware, thoroughly enjoying her meal.
Seeing she was almost done, Gregory picked up a bowl of soup and handed it to her. "Have a little more."
"I can't." Abigail leaned back, rubbing her slightly bulging stomach and blinking pitifully at Gregory.
Gregory scooped a spoonful, blew on it to cool it down, and brought it to her lips. "Come on, just one sip."
"Alright, just one sip." Abigail couldn't resist him and obediently opened her mouth. Seeing her drink it, Gregory chuckled, satisfaction in his eyes.
Now, Abigail wasn't as thin and frail as when they first got married. She felt softer and more comfortable to hold. Every night, Gregory found contentment in holding and caressing her. Though still slender, Abigail's body had filled out in all the right places, which only made Gregory more reluctant to let go.
Meeting his eyes filled with a burning intensity, Abigail suddenly recalled those moments in bed. Her face turned bright red, and she quickly stood up, wanting to escape.
"Mr. White, I'm full. I'm going to rest now!" said Abigail.
But as soon as she stood up, Gregory grabbed her wrist. With a slight tug, she fell backward, landing on Gregory's lap.
Blushing, Abigail asked softly, "What are you doing?"
"What do you think?" Gregory leaned in, their foreheads touching, his dark eyes blazing.
Abigail's long, curled eyelashes trembled as she looked at him pitifully. "I don't know."
Gregory pressed his lips to hers, his voice hoarse. "I want you, now, immediately."
Before Abigail could react, she was overwhelmed by Gregory's unique scent. His gentle yet fervent kiss slowly overwhelmed her, leaving no room for coherent thought. She was forced to surrender to his passion, the intensity of his embrace leaving her breathless.
Just as she was getting dizzy, lost in his tenderness, the sound of fabric tearing reached her ears. Immediately after, she felt a chill on her body.
Abigail shivered and opened her eyes to find her clothes had been torn open. She bit her lip, wanting to stop him, but Gregory didn't give her the chance.
Nervously, Abigail grabbed his shirt sleeve, her ears turning red. "Not here."
Gregory gently stroked her hair, took her earlobe into his mouth, and whispered, "Be good, no one will come."
After an intimate encounter in the dining room, Gregory was still unsatisfied and carried Abigail to the bathroom.
Water flowed from the showerhead, washing away the traces left on their bodies. Gregory held Abigail's slender waist with one hand and propped himself against the wall with the other, his tall figure enveloping her.
Abigail's bare back pressed against the cold wall, the icy touch making her gasp. But soon, her thoughts were taken away by Gregory, leaving her no time to care about anything else.
She didn't remember how many times they had sex that night; it was a blur of overwhelming sensations and intimate whispers. When she came out of the bathroom, she was too tired to even move a finger. Gregory, ever attentive, dried her body, put on new pajamas, and carried her to bed.
In a daze, Abigail felt a kiss on her forehead, a soft, warm touch. Gregory's deep, gentle, and tender voice whispered in her ear, "Goodnight, Abigail."
Abigail's long eyelashes fluttered as if trying to open. But her eyelids felt heavy, as if glued together, and she couldn't open them. Abigail reluctantly gave up and fell into a deep sleep.
Gregory held her in his arms, massaged her waist for a while, and soon fell asleep too.
The next morning, when Abigail woke up, the spot beside her was already empty. She lazily stretched and got out of bed.
Perhaps last night was too wild, Abigail felt sore all over, wincing in pain.
"Gregory, be prepared to sleep in the study tonight!"
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