Chapter 33 Ambiguity of the Morning
Looking at Gregory's delicate and handsome sleeping face, Abigail's eyes were full of admiration.
His features were well-defined and flawless, exuding a sense of cold profundity.
His body was also perfect. Even under his robe, she could sense the firmness of his chest and abs.
Curiosity getting the best of her, she gently poked his abs and found them to be as hard as she had imagined.
Abigail suddenly felt like she had stumbled upon a great treasure, and her mood couldn't help but become joyful at the thought of being able to see this face every day.
She was lost in her thoughts, completely unaware of the directness of her gaze.
It was only when Gregory's eyelashes trembled slightly that she snapped back to reality.
Abigail realized that she had been staring at Gregory just now, and her cheeks instantly turned red.
She quietly withdrew her hand from Gregory's waist, her heart almost jumping out of her chest.
She had subconsciously lightened her movements and even held her breath because she was worried that Gregory would wake up.
However, what she didn't know was that Gregory had already woken up the moment she opened her eyes.
He was a light sleeper. Years of being in high positions had developed extraordinary alertness in him, so he could clearly sense even the slightest movement from Abigail.
At this moment, he closed his eyes tightly, and although he couldn't see what Abigail was doing, his other senses became more sensitive.
So, the sound of the fabric rubbing against each other that Abigail accidentally made while moving was so clear.
In a place that Abigail didn't notice, Gregory's sexy Adam's apple moved slightly, and his body slowly reacted.
He sighed helplessly in his heart, slowly opened his eyes, and happened to meet Abigail's clear and watery eyes.
Abigail was stunned and suddenly became flustered, "I'm sorry, did I wake you up?"
"Hmm." Gregory pinched his brow meaningfully and glanced at her, asking, "What did you just do to me?"
Abigail remembered the scene of touching and poking Gregory's abdominal muscles just now, and her cheeks became hot again.
She blinked, pretending to be calm, and acted as if nothing had happened, "I didn't do anything."
Although this matter was indeed her fault, it is human nature to long for all beautiful things...
The more Abigail thought about it, the more embarrassed she felt, and it seemed that Gregory was not going to let her off so easily.
He suddenly turned over, grabbed Abigail's delicate and soft wrist, and pressed her down.
Abigail was startled by his sudden movement. She stared blankly at the handsome face in front of her, and her brain suddenly went blank for an instant.
Gregory, on the other hand, raised the corners of his mouth, leaned closer to her face, and slowly spoke, "Really? Do you need me to help you remember? Hmm?"
His voice was low and sexy, with a hint of the mature man's unique mellowness, like a strong aroma of wine, making her unable to help herself but get intoxicated.
Abigail's heart skipped a beat, and she nervously swallowed her saliva.
She wanted to say something to defend herself, but before she could speak, Gregory held her hand and pressed it against his well-defined abdominal muscles.
"Do you like it? You can touch it freely."
Abigail's attention was drawn by the touch under her palm, and she couldn't help but sigh silently in her heart.
Not only did Gregory have a perfectly handsome face, but the feel of his abdominal muscles was also surprisingly good.
She looked at Gregory with sparkling eyes and smiled pleasingly, "Gregory, I didn't mean to, but your physique is so good that I couldn't control myself. I promise I will never secretly touch you again in the future!"
When Abigail heard Gregory praise her physique, Gregory raised an eyebrow slightly, and his mood instantly became pleasant.
Gregory felt that his years of exercise had been worthwhile.
Although Gregory had never paid attention to these external things before, and his exercise and sports were only for health, being praised by Abigail still made him unable to help but feel a sense of satisfaction.
As Gregory gazed at Abigail's flushed cheeks, his expression grew intense, and he slowly leaned in closer to her.
At that moment, he had only one thought in his mind, which was to kiss her.
He didn't know how other couples got along, but he knew that loving a girl nearly ten years younger than him was somewhat excessive. However, he couldn't control his inner feelings.
No matter how great the setbacks and difficulties he faced in the business world, he could handle them calmly and move on with a smile.
But when it came to Abigail, his heart would lose control, beating rapidly like an unruly wild horse.
He instinctively wanted to get closer to her, to embrace her, to kiss her.
Their bodies were already pressed tightly together, and they could feel the warmth of each other's bodies through the fabric of their pajamas. The atmosphere in the room became extremely ambiguous.
As Abigail sensed Gregory's movement, she felt her breath almost stopped.
She closed her eyes nervously, and her hands, held tightly by Gregory, became clenched fists.
Was he going to kiss her?
In theory, she should refuse at this moment, even though they were legally married. She wasn't ready yet.
Just when she was extremely nervous, Gregory suddenly chuckled.
His lips were only an inch away from touching Abigail's, but as Gregory looked at her closed eyes and trembling eyelashes, his heart instantly softened.
Gregory pressed his thin lips lightly and carefully onto Abigail's forehead.
His kiss was gentle and cautious, just a brief touch before quickly pulling away. It happened so fast that Abigail almost thought that the soft sensation she felt just now was her imagination.
She slowly opened her eyes, her gaze filled with astonishment. "Gregory, you..."
Seeing her stunned eyes, there was a hint of regret in Gregory's deep eyes.
He cleared his throat and quickly got out of bed, saying only one sentence, "I'm an adult man, so don't flirt with me easily, or you'll face the consequences."
It wasn't until the bathroom door closed that Abigail finally realized what he meant.
She couldn't believe it as she touched the place he had kissed, her cheeks turning red again uncontrollably.
She... she had been kissed by Gregory?
Although he only kissed her forehead, it was enough to create a storm of emotions in her heart.
She wrapped herself up in the blanket, covering her whole body tightly, almost hiding herself.
After finishing his morning routine, Gregory came out of the bathroom and discovered that Abigail was still hiding under the covers.
He didn't know if she had fallen back asleep or was intentionally avoiding getting out of bed. She looked like an ostrich burying its head in the sand.
He chuckled softly and said to Abigail, "I'm off to work. The driver will take you to school, and I'll pick you up in the evening."
Abigail didn't answer him, but she listened attentively, her ears perked up to Gregory's every movement.
It wasn't until the sound of the door closing that Abigail finally breathed a sigh of relief and quickly uncovered the blanket.
If Gregory were still there, he would definitely notice that Abigail's cheeks were already flushed.
She used her hand to fan herself, attempting to cool the heat on her face, but it didn't seem to be very effective.
Her heartbeat, in particular, felt out of control, racing so fast that it seemed on the verge of leaping out of her chest.
Rolling on the bed, she covered her flushed cheeks with her hand.
Ah, ah, ah, Gregory was too charming. How could she possibly resist him?
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