Chapter 354 The Fire You Started, You Must Extinguish
After Caius lulled Michelle to sleep, he came downstairs to find Quinn waiting on the sofa.
He raised an eyebrow, his deep voice flat and emotionless. "What are you doing here? Your two friends have already left."
Quinn looked up at him, his eyes unreadable. "I'm here for you. Did you cause the car accident?"
"So what if I did?" Caius sat down opposite him.
Caius had never paid much attention to Quinn and didn't expect him to set him up. After a long silence, Quinn handed over a document for Caius to read.
Puzzled, Caius opened it, and his pupils contracted. His breath caught. He stood up abruptly, eyes wide with disbelief, his voice trembling.
"Abigail is my biological daughter?"
Quinn sneered. "You've gone too far. Abigail is pregnant. If something really happened to her, you would regret it for the rest of your life."
Caius tightly gripped the DNA test report in his hand, unable to recover for a long time.
He collapsed back onto the sofa, muttering to himself, "How could Abigail be my daughter? This is impossible."
Caius's skepticism was understandable. The intimate encounter with Michelle had been a complete accident—she was drugged, and he was drunk. At the time, Michelle was still David's wife. He never imagined that one mistake would lead to a pregnancy.
Seeing Caius's silence, a trace of mockery flashed in Quinn's eyes. "Caius, I'm not here to get you to acknowledge Abigail. I know you too well for that. Your selfishness would never allow it. But don't harm her anymore. Because of you, she's already suffered enough—losing her mother, being bullied and manipulated by David, Kayle, and Jessica. If I could, I would rather she never knew she had such a selfish father."
Each accusation was like a sharp blade, stabbing into Caius's heart.
He pressed his lips together, remaining silent. Quinn was right. Even knowing Abigail was his daughter, he wouldn't acknowledge her, especially with Michelle's memory loss after faking her death.
He had crafted a new identity for her: they met young, fell in love at first sight, and became each other's most loyal companions. If she learned he caused her memory loss and Abigail's pain out of selfishness, she would surely resent him.
He loved Michelle so much; how could he bear her resentment?
He closed his eyes tightly and said to Quinn, "Go back and tell Abigail that whatever she wants, I will give, as long as she doesn't reveal the truth."
No one had the right to take Michelle away from him.
No one!
Caius slowly opened his eyes, a trace of bloodthirsty madness flashing in his deep eyes.
Although Quinn had long known how cold-blooded Caius was, hearing such cruel words still made it hard for him to bear.
"Can stolen feelings really last?"
Caius's eyes turned cold, and his words were chillingly indifferent. "That's none of your business. You don't understand what Michelle means to me."
As long as Michelle didn't leave him, he was willing to give up everything.
Quinn shook his head. "You're hopeless. I can't agree to this because Abigail is Michelle's biological daughter. Even if you're her biological father, you have no right to stop them from recognizing each other."
With that, he didn't look at Caius again and left directly.
Caius stared at the paternity test report for a long time before putting it into the shredder, the shredded paper falling into the trash can.
At Quinn's private villa, Abigail took a quick shower and emerged in a thin camisole dress. Gregory, lost in thought on the sofa, looked up. His eyes darkened as they lingered on her smooth skin, his gaze unmistakably heated.
Abigail dried her hair with a towel and slowly walked to the bed.
As soon as she got close, a strong arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her onto the bed.
Her body suddenly leaned back, and Abigail couldn't help but exclaim. When she came to her senses, she was already in Gregory's arms.
She glared at Gregory. "What are you doing? What if you scare the baby in my womb?"
So reckless, how could he be a good example for the baby?
Gregory chuckled, tightening his arm around Abigail, lowering his head to peck her red lips.
"It's okay, it's still early, the baby hasn't formed yet."
He flipped over, pressing Abigail beneath him, his eyes dark and hot, his deep voice hoarse. "Honey, I want to kiss you."
Hearing the undisguised desire in his tone, Abigail's heart skipped a beat.
She took the initiative to wrap her slender arms around Gregory's neck, lifting her head to offer her lips.
The moment their lips touched, she felt the arms holding her tremble slightly.
Abigail secretly smiled and deepened the kiss. "Don't move, let me do it."
Hearing this, a trace of helplessness and indulgence flashed in Gregory's eyes. He released his grip on Abigail's head, lying back on the bed, letting her lie on top of him.
A mischievous glint flashed in Abigail's eyes. She leaned down, pressing her lips to his, tentatively extending her tongue to trace the outline of Gregory's well-shaped lips.
Gregory felt a tingling sensation at the edge of his lips.
In the next moment, a tongue with a hint of strawberry sweetness slipped into his mouth, prying his teeth open. Gregory's eyes darkened as he struggled to maintain control. When the kiss ended, his body temperature spiked, and he felt blood rushing downward.
Abigail's seductive eyes and curved red lips made her stunning. In that moment, the world faded, leaving only her vibrant red—a vision of pure temptation.
Gregory stared at her, his breathing becoming heavy, the fire of desire almost consuming his last bit of reason.
Abigail, oblivious to the danger, smiled seductively.
"Do you like it?"
Gregory suddenly laughed.
Like it? He was utterly in love with her in this state.
It felt like he might lose his soul to her if he wasn't careful.
Abigail, satisfied, kissed him on the cheek and pulled away decisively.
"Good, we'll continue next time."
Gregory, burning with desire, was utterly confused.
He looked at Abigail, who had turned her back on him, cold and indifferent, and couldn't help but laugh in exasperation.
Gregory hugged Abigail from behind, his deep voice whispering in her ear, "Tease me and then run? How can you do that?"
Gregory's voice was low and magnetic, and he was very close. His warm breath fell on Abigail's ear as he spoke.
She shrank her neck, her cheeks uncontrollably turning red, and said uncomfortably, "If you want to talk, don't get so close! Besides, I'm pregnant, carrying your child. The doctor said you need to take care of me in the first three months and not always think about doing that kind of thing."Abigail blinked her beautiful almond eyes, looking innocent and naive.
As if she wasn't the one who had just teased him.
But Gregory had no intention of letting her off so easily. He grabbed her slender wrist and slowly moved it downward.
"You started the fire, you have to put it out."
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