Chapter 251 Drunk and Acting Spoiled
Abigail said, "I might be home late tonight. I have some work to finish. You don't have to wait up for me."
On the other end of the phone, after about half a minute of silence, Gregory responded in a low, slightly aggrieved voice, "Alright, but no drinking tonight. Come home early."
A sweet smile appeared on Abigail's face. "Okay, I got it."
After hanging up the phone, Circe teased, "I never would have guessed that the famously cold Mr. White is like this in private."
Abigail blushed and said shyly, "He can be a bit childish sometimes. Sorry you had to see that."
Circe waved her hand dismissively. "No, I actually find it quite interesting."
She found it hard to imagine that a man as powerful and controlling as Gregory would bow down for a woman.
It was simply unbelievable!
She looked at Abigail with a hint of admiration in her eyes.
After finishing dinner with Circe, it was already past ten at night.
Although Abigail had only had one glass of red wine, her head was already feeling dizzy.
Her soft cheeks were flushed unnaturally, and her eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, making her look incredibly enchanting.
Circe, who had been chatting away, turned her head and saw this scene.
She paused, her gaze falling on the empty wine glass, and couldn't help but laugh. "Now I finally understand why Mr. White treats you so specially."
No one could resist such an obedient and soft girl!
Her childhood wish was to have a sweet and soft little sister, but unfortunately, her mother only gave her a younger brother.
Boys were very mischievous.
She and her brother grew up fighting and bickering.
Now, seeing Abigail's soft and cute appearance, her heart was melting.
She looked at Susan and instructed, "It's getting late. You make sure Ms. Martin gets home safely."
After saying that, she got up and left with her assistant.
Seeing Circe leave, Abigail raised her little face in a daze and showed a sweet, soft smile. Two shallow dimples appeared faintly.
"Goodbye, Ms. Fairchild."
Circe clutched her chest, restraining herself as she replied, "Alright, see you another day."
But as soon as she walked out of the room, she couldn't hold back her smile.
Her originally cool and beautiful face softened with the smile at the corners of her mouth.
The assistant couldn't help but show a hint of surprise.
She had been with Circe for so many years and rarely saw her in such a good mood.
She tentatively asked, "Ms. Fairchild, you seem to have a good impression of Ms. Martin?"
Circe said, "Yes, she has a lot of talent in design, and she's very pretty."
'Who could bear to refuse a pretty, cute, and soft girl?' Circe thought.
The assistant fell silent and thought, 'Is this still the cold Circe I used to know? Could you please put away that girlish fantasy expression?'
In the private room, Abigail propped her chin with one hand and fanned her face wildly with the other.
She kept mumbling, "So hot, is the air conditioning off? I want to complain about this place!"
Susan frowned and twitched her lips. "This is the White family's property!"
Abigail said, "I still want to complain!"
Susan looked at Abigail's angry little face and couldn't help but laugh.
Drunk Abigail was really adorable.
Especially now that she was pregnant, facing such a cute and obedient look, she had no resistance at all.
But thinking of what she had to do, the smile on Susan's lips faded a bit.
"Ms. Martin, have a glass of water to sober up?" Susan asked.
"I'm not drunk!" Abigail pouted her lips in dissatisfaction but still obediently took the water.
Just as she was about to drink it, Susan's slightly sharp voice came from beside her, "Wait a minute."
Abigail paused, and before she could react, the water glass in her hand was snatched away by Susan.
Susan forced a stiff smile and explained, "I just saw a bug fly into the glass. Let me get you a new one."
Abigail shook her head and stood up, supporting herself on the table. "Forget it, I don't want to drink anymore. Let's go home."
She really wanted to see Gregory now and share today's joy with him.
Susan, with her hands behind her back, silently poured out the water in the glass and quickly helped Abigail walk out of the hotel.
She had contacted a driver in advance, but unexpectedly, as soon as they reached the hotel entrance, they ran into someone unexpected.
Seeing the man's face clearly, Susan's pupils couldn't help but shrink. "Gregory?" she called out.
Gregory responded indifferently and shifted his gaze to the already drunk and dazed Abigail, frowning slightly. "Didn't you promise not to drink?"
He stepped forward, took Abigail from Susan's arms, and touched her face.
Sure enough, it was burning hot.
He sighed helplessly, said goodbye to Susan, and took Abigail into the car.
Abigail blinked her watery eyes, staring at Gregory for a long time, as if trying to figure out who he was.
After a while, a smile finally appeared on her face.
"Mr. White! You came to pick me up!" Abigail exclaimed.
"Yes, I came to take you home." Gregory instructed Leo to drive while holding Abigail's slender waist tightly, afraid she might accidentally slip.
Abigail playfully stuck out her tongue. "I only had one glass, just one glass!"
Gregory pinched her nose, annoyed. "Don't you know your own tolerance?"
Abigail laughed and hugged Gregory's neck, even though she was drunk, she didn't forget to defend herself. "How can you do business without drinking? Ms. Fairchild drank too!"
Gregory asked, "Can you compare your tolerance to hers? You really don't make it easy for anyone."
Abigail blinked, feeling wronged.
Her eyes turned red, and she looked at Gregory pitifully. "Are you already tired of me? How long have we been married? Are you already tired of me?"
Gregory fell silent, astounded by how quickly a woman's mood could change without any warning.
He sighed silently, hugged Abigail tighter, and coaxed softly, "Alright, how could I be tired of you? I love you too much."
"Really?"
"Of course."
"Then say you love me."
Gregory's thin lips curved slightly, and in a low, husky voice, he said, "Abigail, I love you."
Hearing the answer she wanted, Abigail was finally satisfied.
She hooked her slender arms around Gregory's neck, pressed her cheek against his chest, and rubbed it affectionately.
"Okay, I love you too."
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