Chapter 271 "Honey, I want more!"
Abigail was fortunately unaware of the danger, happily squirming in Gregory's arms.
She tilted her head up, her misty eyes now sparkling, reflecting the light from the crystal chandelier above.
They looked exceptionally bright and dazzling.
"Honey, I want more." Her soft, coquettish tone was incredibly endearing.
Gregory's most prized self-control crumbled in an instant.
He tightly hugged Abigail's slender waist, pressing her body firmly against his, his long, narrow eyes emitting a dangerous glow. "What does Abigail want? Come and get it yourself."
Abigail whimpered twice but didn't budge.
Although she was drunk and a bit slow to react, she wasn't stupid. She just quietly stared at Gregory, waiting for him to kiss her.
Gregory was amused by her expectant look. "Even when you're drunk, you don't forget to make me take care of you."
With that, he once again offered his lips, cupping Abigail's cheeks, gently kissing and sucking.
Abigail frowned uncomfortably, trying to pull back, but a large hand tightly held her waist, pressing her against the dining table, making it impossible to escape.
It wasn't until her breath was almost taken away that Gregory finally let go of Abigail.
But the deep desire in his eyes didn't fade; instead, it burned even more intensely.
Abigail blinked her wet eyes, accusingly saying, "I'm not talking to you anymore!"
Gregory chuckled, seeing her trying to escape, and extended his long arm to pull her back.
He hugged Abigail tightly from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder, gently rubbing it. "I'm bad, why don't you bully me back?"
He couldn't help it; Abigail looked so adorable when she was drunk that he couldn't resist teasing her.
Abigail huffed, turning her face away, ignoring him.
Gregory coaxed her softly while gently pressing his thin lips against Abigail's earlobe.
A tingling sensation spread from her ear, gradually turning into an electric current that flowed through her entire body.
Abigail groaned, instinctively shrinking her neck, trying to avoid it.
Gregory chuckled softly. "Abigail, we should go home."
Abigail opened her arms to him, raising her chin proudly. "Then carry me."
She was tired and didn't want to walk.
Gregory bent down, his arm wrapping around her legs, lifting her up and walking out of the restaurant.
Drunk Abigail had completely lost her daytime composure, instead enjoying herself in Gregory's arms, leisurely swinging her feet.
Gregory opened the backseat door, placed Abigail inside, fastened her seatbelt, and was about to get up when he found Abigail clinging to his neck, refusing to let go.
He smiled, ruffling Abigail's hair, and coaxed softly. "Be good, sit here for a while, and we'll go home."
Abigail didn't let go, staring at Gregory with her big almond eyes.
Gregory had no choice but to lean down and kiss her on the lips.
The soft touch made Abigail finally smile with satisfaction and let go of Gregory.
Gregory closed the car door and drove Abigail home.
By the time they got back to Maple Residence, it was already past midnight.
Abigail had fallen asleep, her face tinged with a light pink, her lips occasionally parting slightly, looking particularly cute.
Gregory's heart melted.
He unbuckled his seatbelt, got out of the car, and gently carried Abigail upstairs.
The next morning, when Abigail woke up, her head was throbbing with pain.
As she sat up in bed, a wave of dizziness almost made her lie back down.
Abigail rubbed her temples, looking aggrieved.
When Gregory came in with a glass of milk, this was the scene he saw.
He chuckled and shook his head, sitting down by the bed. "Abigail, drink the milk."
Abigail sniffed it and then pushed it away with a look of disgust. "No, I don't like milk. It tastes awful!"
Because of her hangover, she was very stubborn.
Gregory coaxed softly, "Be good, drink this first, or your head will hurt all day."
Abigail pouted, "Isn't there something that doesn't hurt?"
Gregory fell silent. How could he forget that Abigail was a stubborn woman?
He sighed helplessly and continued to coax, "If you don't drink it, you shouldn't go to work today. Otherwise, you'll feel terrible without me around."
Hearing this, Abigail frowned slightly, her eyes full of disapproval.
She had a lot of work to do!
Staring at the glass of milk for a long time, Abigail gritted her teeth and drank it all in one go.
The taste of the milk spread in her mouth, making Abigail's face scrunch up.
Gregory laughed, ruffling her fluffy hair, and praised, "Abigail is so good."
Abigail, inexplicably treated like a child, blushed slightly.
"Actually, it's not that bad. I'm not a child anymore; I'm not afraid of drinking this stuff!" she said confidently, without any embarrassment.
Gregory cooperatively continued, "Yes, Abigail is the best."
Abigail suddenly felt a bit embarrassed, pushing Gregory out. "I need to freshen up, you go out first."
Gregory said, "Okay, breakfast is ready. I'll wait for you downstairs."
Abigail cared about her image, so he decided not to expose her for now.
After Gregory left, Abigail patted her slightly warm cheeks and turned to the bathroom.
After breakfast, Gregory drove Abigail back to DM.
Before leaving, he reminded, "I've already instructed the subordinates at the White Group, and the contracts have been drafted. Someone will come to handle the coordination when the time comes."
Abigail's eyes curved into a smile, her dimples faintly visible. "Okay, I got it. Thank you, Mr. White."
Gregory raised an eyebrow. "What did you call me?"
Meeting his smiling eyes, Abigail suddenly remembered last night when he kept asking her to call him "hubby" while she was drunk.
Her cheeks instantly turned red, and she whispered, "Thank you, honey."
Without waiting for Gregory's reaction, she quickly unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car.
Watching her almost flee, Gregory chuckled.
He waited for a while before starting the engine and driving away.
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