Chapter 295 That Waist and Legs
Abigail was startled and blinked innocently. "No, absolutely not."
Gregory chuckled and looked away, unbuttoning his cuffs and rolling up the sleeves of his white shirt, revealing a well-defined arm.
The veins on his arm were particularly prominent.
Every inch exuded powerful explosiveness, making it hard to look away.
Abigail was mesmerized, her eyes full of amazement.
At this moment, Gregory turned around again and beckoned to her. "Come here, help me tie the apron."
Abigail snapped back to reality, her cheeks uncontrollably flushing red.
She had just been staring at Gregory's arm! Damn, why did Gregory have to be so enticing with just a casual move?
As she thought about this, she moved behind Gregory to help him.
Gregory's tall and sturdy figure exuded a sense of strength, and even through a layer of fabric, she could feel how firm his waist and abdomen were.
Abigail's face turned red, and she couldn't help but imagine Gregory's appearance in bed without clothes.
'That waist, those legs, and... stop, I mustn't keep thinking like this! Oh no, I am beginning to become impure!'
Although she thought this way, her mind was somewhat disobedient.
Abigail's heart was already in turmoil, and her cheeks were flushed red.
When Gregory turned around, this was the scene he saw.
Abigail's cheeks were flushed, her clear and moist eyes blinking innocently and naively, with a hint of unconscious allure.
Gregory's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he raised an eyebrow, asking her, "What are you thinking about? Why is your face so red?"
As he spoke, he placed his hand on her cheek, and sure enough, it was burning hot under his palm.
Abigail was startled by his sudden action and quickly took two steps back, waving her hand. "Nothing, hurry up and cook, I'm starving!"
After saying that, she quickly ran out of the dining room and went to the sofa to watch TV.
Before leaving, she also took an ice cream from the fridge and pressed it against her cheek to cool down.
It was so embarrassing!
If she stayed any longer, her face would probably turn even redder.
Watching her flee in embarrassment, Gregory couldn't help but smile.
'Abigail is really cute,' he thought.
The menu Abigail had ordered was too long, and Gregory was busy in the kitchen for an hour before he finally finished.
Abigail was already starving.
Smelling the continuous aroma coming from the kitchen, Abigail swallowed her saliva frantically, unable to focus on the TV show. Her stomach kept growling.
Abigail quickly covered her stomach and ran barefoot to the kitchen door, grabbing the door frame and eagerly looking inside.
She looked so pitiful.
Gregory chuckled and used a utensil to pick up a donut and brought it to her lips.
"Try it, see if it's good," said Gergory.
Abigail took a bite, and the fried aroma mixed with a faint sweetness spread in her mouth.
Her eyes brightened, and she nodded frantically. "Delicious, super delicious!"
While eating, she peeked inside.
She saw that Gregory had also made an extra steak!
Seeing her gaze, Gregory couldn't help but laugh. "Starving? The donuts and steak are ready, you can eat first, the other dishes will take a while."
Abigail nodded vigorously, and while he wasn't looking, she stuffed another donut into her mouth and walked away happily.
A fleeting smile flashed in Gregory's eyes, and he shook his head helplessly.
After preparing all the dishes, Gregory brought them to the dining table one by one. "Come on, eat up."
Abigail excitedly picked up the utensils, her eyes shining as she looked at the table full of food, feeling satisfied.
Abigail's mouth was full of food.
After a busy day, she was already starving. Now that the photos were destroyed, no one would slander Michelle anymore, and Abigail's anxiety dissipated. She ate with great relish.
Watching her eat heartily, Gregory's thin lips curved slightly, and his appetite improved as well.
Abigail ate to her heart's content, and after finishing, she leaned back in her chair, rubbing her round belly with a satisfied look.
She said, "Delicious, I wish I could eat this often in the future."
Catching Abigail's hint, Gregory couldn't help but smile again.
He ruffled Abigail's hair unceremoniously. "What? Haven't I fed you before?"
"Not really, but the chef's cooking isn't as good as yours!" Abigail blinked her innocent eyes, sweet-talking effortlessly.
Although he knew she was saying it on purpose, Gregory couldn't help but feel happy. "Then I'll cook for you often in the future."
Abigail nodded vigorously, looking forward to the future even more.
After sitting for a while, Gregory pulled Abigail up, saying, "You ate too much tonight, it's not good for digestion, come take a walk with me."
"But I don't want to move." Abigail looked at him pitifully.
Her innocent eyes were especially endearing, making one want to grant her every wish.
But Gregory coldly refused, "You don't want to move? Unless you want to promote digestion in another way tonight?"
Meeting Gregory's eyes, Abigail instantly understood, her cheeks turning red.
She grabbed Gregory's hand and quickly walked toward the yard. "Isn't it just a walk? I love walking the most!"
Gregory followed behind, his deep eyes filled with laughter.
With the lights illuminating, the yard outside was spacious and bright, and looking up, one could see the bright moon.
The summer cicadas chirped, but it didn't feel annoying; instead, it felt inexplicably warm and cozy.
Gregory and Abigail walked hand in hand in the yard.
Abigail suddenly looked at Gregory beside her, pursed her lips, and asked, "Mr. White, will you despise me?"
"What?" Gregory responded.
Abigail suppressed the bitterness in her heart and asked again, "I'm not David's daughter, I don't even know who my biological father is, will you look down on me?"
Although Gregory and Grace never cared about family background, if her background was exposed, the White family would become a laughingstock.
It might even affect the White Group's stock price.
She didn't know if she could bear these consequences.
Gregory looked at her for a long time, then suddenly reached out, pulled her into his arms, and hugged her tightly.
"Abigail," his tone was more serious than ever, "I've always loved you for who you are, no matter your identity, no matter who your father is, it doesn't matter to me."
"But..." Abigail opened her mouth, wanting to say something.
Gregory interrupted her and continued, "Besides, the only one close to the White family has always been Michelle, your mother. As long as you're her daughter, what does it matter who your father is?"
These words instantly enlightened Abigail, and the gloom in her heart gradually dissipated.
"Yes," Abigail suddenly realized. No matter who her father was, she just needed to remember that she was Michelle's daughter.
She looked at Gregory in front of her and said seriously, "Gregory, thank you."
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