Chapter 249 Deliberate Protest
Abigail and Gregory exchanged a glance and immediately guessed that she was thinking about Tom again.
Henry also sensed something was off, cleared his throat, and said, "Eat up, have some more."
Tricia knew everyone was concerned about her and gave them a faint smile.
"I'm fine. Who hasn't met a douchebag when they were young? I'm over it," said Tricia.
Abigail pursed her lips, put down her utensils, and said softly, "Tricia, no matter what happens, I'll always be on your side."
"Yes, I know." Tricia nodded with a smile.
Henry tried to lighten the mood. "Why bring up Tom on such a beautiful day? Eat more, if it's not enough, I'll have the hotel send over a few more dishes."
With Henry's involvement, the atmosphere at the table became lively again.
By the time Abigail and Gregory saw the three of them off, it was already past midnight.
Abigail was very tired and lay down directly on the sofa.
Gregory looked at her lazy and relaxed appearance and couldn't help but smile and aske, "Tired? Go upstairs, take a shower, and get some rest."
Abigail opened her eyes and slowly stretched out her arms. "Mr. White, carry me."
Gregory bent down and, like carrying a child, easily lifted Abigail from the sofa.
Their bodies were tightly pressed together, Abigail clung to Gregory's neck, and her slender legs wrapped around his waist.
She buried her cheek deeply in Gregory's shoulder, rubbed it lightly, and murmured, "Mr. White, we haven't celebrated alone yet."
She deliberately placed her lips close to Gregory's ear as she spoke, her breath warm and sweet, making his heart tremble.
Gregory's muscles tensed for a moment, and a dark glint flashed in his deep blue eyes, hinting at a brewing storm.
Abigail clearly felt Gregory's hand tighten around her waist, as if he wanted to embed her into his bones.
"Abigail, don't tease me." Gregory's voice was noticeably lower and huskier, wrapped in a layer of gravel, sexy and magnetic.
Abigail rubbed her slightly itchy earlobe, feeling braver than usual, perhaps because of the alcohol.
She cupped Gregory's face, pressed her forehead against his, and looked at him seriously and passionately with her clear eyes, her red lips curving with a hint of allure. "What if I say I insist?"
This sentence seemed to flip a switch, and Gregory's eyes darkened further.
He lifted Abigail higher and strode upstairs.
Back in the bedroom, Abigail was thrown onto the soft bed.
Before she could react, the tall and imposing figure pressed down on her, trapping her between his arms.
"Are you really not planning to sleep tonight?" Gregory confirmed one last time.
Abigail was very mischievous. She often changed her mind halfway through, constantly calling for a stop.
Abigail blinked, a sly glint flashing in her watery eyes. "Are you going to make love or not? If not, I'm going to sleep!"
Gregory chuckled softly, "Come on. Mrs. White is being so proactive, how can I call myself a man if I don't do something?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he sealed the lips he had been longing for.
Abigail's lips were not only beautifully shaped but also exceptionally soft and sweet. Gregory held her slender waist with one hand and cupped the back of her head with the other, preventing her from escaping.
Bit by bit, he deepened the kiss.
Soon, he became unsatisfied, and his large hand slowly moved downward.
Abigail was kissed into a daze, her whole being in a state of confusion.
Her breath and mouth were filled with Gregory's aggressive scent, sweeping over every corner of her.
At that moment, she suddenly heard a tearing sound, and her nightgown was ripped in half.
Her tender skin was exposed to Gregory's gaze.
Facing Gregory's burning eyes, Abigail frowned.
How many nightgowns was this already?
Forget it, she couldn't keep count!
Since marrying Gregory, the thing she bought the most was nightgowns.
To make love more convenient, Gregory had a wardrobe specifically for nightgowns in the dressing room.
The wardrobe took up an entire wall.
The styles were varied, including conservative round necks, thin straps, and even many sexy and hot lingerie.
Even if she wore a different one every day for a whole year, she might not wear them all.
Even so, Gregory still thought it wasn't enough. If she hadn't stopped him, he might have had a separate dressing room just for nightgowns.
Noticing Abigail's distraction, Gregory pressed his hips down, deliberately stimulating her.
A wave of intense pleasure hit, and Abigail couldn't help but scream, her cheeks flushing.
Gregory smiled in satisfaction, pinched her soft face, and said in a deep voice, "Focus."
Abigail's soft cheeks were pinched out of shape, her lips pouting as she bit his hand.
It didn't hurt; instead, it tickled.
Gregory chuckled, released her cheeks, and kissed her again.
After a long time, Abigail was exhausted and sore all over, but Gregory had no intention of letting her go.
She couldn't help but whimper, and under Gregory's coaxing, she repeatedly called him "husband," begging for mercy, until Gregory finally stopped, satisfied.
When she woke up the next day, it was already noon.
Abigail opened her eyes, her misty eyes full of confusion, as if she hadn't fully woken up.
After a while, she stretched lazily and slowly sat up in bed.
Her body had been cleaned, with no stickiness left. Her waist and legs were slightly sore but almost negligible.
Abigail knew at a glance that Gregory had applied medicine to her while she slept.
She yawned, put on her pink slippers, and went to the bathroom to freshen up. After a simple breakfast, she went to work.
Today, DM Group was different from usual.
The employees who should have been working were mostly gathered together, whispering excitedly.
"Did you hear? Ms. Martin won the championship in yesterday's design competition!"
"I watched the live broadcast; Ms. Martin was amazing!"
"If Ms. Martin were a man, she'd be the dream guy for many girls!"
"I can't believe Louis turned out to be like that. I used to idolize him! He doesn't deserve it!"
Everyone looked indignant.
At that moment, a cold voice came from behind, "What are you all doing here? Is your work done?"
Everyone turned around and saw it was Susan. They were immediately frightened and returned to their workstations.
Susan glanced at them and said, "All members of the design department, meeting in the conference room in ten minutes."
The design department employees instantly looked nervous. "Is Ms. Martin going to hold us accountable?"
They had previously slandered Abigail for Tom and even submitted subpar drafts in protest.
Thinking about it, their hearts skipped a beat.
They were about to be in serious trouble!
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