Chapter 278 Good Morning, Honey
She was drenched in cold sweat, her clothes soaked through, and her face streaked with tears.
Abigail stared blankly at the ceiling, her eyes filled with lingering fear.
After a long while, her breathing gradually steadied.
Abigail came back to her senses and turned her head to meet Gregory's worried gaze.
Gregory gently smoothed Abigail's disheveled hair with his hand and asked nervously, "Did you have a nightmare? Are you okay?"
Recalling the scenes from her dream, tears welled up again, and Abigail threw herself into Gregory's arms, sobbing softly.
She clung tightly to Gregory's waist, whimpering in distress.
Gregory had no idea what she had dreamed about, so he could only gently stroke her back and repeatedly assure her that he was there for her.
After an unknown amount of time, Abigail's emotions gradually calmed down. She lifted her head from Gregory's embrace, her eyes and nose red from crying, looking pitiful.
She sniffled, her voice choked with emotion. "I dreamed that David was strangling me, trying to kill me."
Gregory gently caressed her small face, his heart aching uncontrollably. "I won't let that happen. Don't be afraid."
"Mr. White, I'm scared," Abigail said.
Even though she had already severed ties, dreaming of David trying to kill her left Abigail unable to remain indifferent.
Gregory held her tightly in his arms and softly reassured her, "I'll always be by your side. David won't get out of prison. Besides, Abigail is so wonderful and likable; who would want to harm you?"
Under Gregory's gentle comfort, Abigail's tense heart finally began to relax, and her stiff body softened a bit.
"Mr. White, I want David to pay." A hint of determination flashed in Abigail's red-rimmed eyes.
She used to think that as long as she cut ties, David and his family wouldn't be able to hurt her anymore.
But she was wrong.
Some people never know how to repent and always blame others for their mistakes.
No matter how David had treated her before, she had accepted it, but he shouldn't have slandered Michelle.
Gregory asked, "Alright, what do you want to do?"
No matter what Abigail wanted to do, he would do his best to help her achieve it.
Abigail pursed her lips, thought carefully, and said, "Since he wants to die, let's grant his wish. Life in prison is too easy for him; let's make some trouble for him."
A comforting smile curved Gregory's lips. Abigail had finally grown up and learned to seek revenge.
However, her methods were still a bit immature and not ruthless enough.
Just causing some trouble wasn't enough.
After all the grievances Abigail had suffered, not giving him a good beating would be letting him off too easily.
Under Gregory's gentle coaxing, Abigail gradually felt sleepy, her eyelids growing heavier.
Gregory gently cupped her small face and planted a light kiss on her forehead. "Good girl, sleep now. I'm always here."
With Gregory's voice, Abigail finally closed her eyes in peace and fell into a deep sleep.
Gregory lay beside her, continuously patting her back.
Only when he heard her steady breathing did Gregory finally stop, pulling Abigail into his arms and holding her as they slept.
But he didn't dare sleep too deeply, frequently opening his eyes to check on Abigail.
Seeing that she wasn't plagued by nightmares again, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The next morning, Abigail woke up feeling her eyes sore and a bit swollen.
Gregory was already awake, propping himself up on his arm and watching her. He smiled and said, "Good morning, honey."
"Good morning," Abigail responded, only to realize her voice was hoarse.
Recalling what had happened last night, Abigail's eyes dimmed, and she snuggled into Gregory's arms. "Thank you for last night."
"Thank me? Really?" Gregory chuckled, reaching out to ruffle her fluffy hair until it was a tangled mess.
Abigail pouted in dissatisfaction and swatted his hand away from her head.
"Baby, are you hungry? I had the kitchen make some porridge for you. Want to get up and have some?"
"Okay." Abigail blinked and slowly climbed out of bed.
After the ordeal last night, several buttons on Abigail's nightgown had come undone without her noticing, slipping off her shoulder to reveal her delicate collarbone and smooth, rounded shoulder.
Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a bright light on her, making her skin look even more radiant.
Gregory's gaze lingered on her full, beautiful shoulder for a moment, his Adam's apple bobbing.
"Baby, it's too early for you to be tempting me," said Gergory.
"I'm not!" Abigail instinctively retorted, then met Gregory's deep eyes.
Following his gaze, Abigail looked down and finally noticed her nightgown had come undone at some point.
Her cheeks instantly flushed red, and she quickly fixed her nightgown, pulling the blanket up. "Don't look at me. I have a lot to do today."
But Gregory had no intention of letting her off so easily. He grabbed her delicate hand and placed it on his most heated spot. "What about this?"
Feeling the warmth and texture under her palm, Abigail's cheeks turned even redder.
She struggled to pull her hand away from Gregory's grip, but he held it even tighter.
Gregory seemed unwilling to let her go, deliberately moving closer, his deep voice sexy and teasing. "Is Abigail shy? Do you want me too?"
"No, I don't!" Abigail blushed furiously, her eyes darting around, unable to meet Gregory's gaze.
The next second, an arm wrapped tightly around her waist, pulling her into his embrace.
Abigail let out a surprised yelp, falling into Gregory's arms.
Gregory chuckled softly. "You're still so easily embarrassed."
Abigail opened her mouth and bit Gregory's shoulder hard, warning him in a low voice, "I have to go to work later, so don't mess around!"
Gregory replied, "Alright, I won't mess around."
Who was he doing all this for? Abigail was burning bridges after crossing them!
A sly glint flashed in Abigail's eyes. Taking advantage of his distraction, she quickly wriggled out of his arms, saying, "I'm going to wash up now. You can sleep by yourself!"
Gregory's arms were left empty as he watched Abigail quickly run into the bathroom.
He gently rubbed his forehead, his eyes full of helplessness.
Just then, his phone rang. Gregory glanced at the caller ID; it was Henry.
He wiped the smile off his face and answered the call, only to hear a string of angry curses from the other end.
"Do you know what I found out?"
"What?"
"Regarding Michelle, please don't get mad when I tell you!"
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