Chapter 362 Just Sleeping Is So Boring
Bruce's temple veins throbbed violently as he gritted his teeth. "What exactly do you want? Are you crazy? How dare you treat me like this for an outsider!"
Quinn remained expressionless, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes. "You can't even see that? You really are brainless."
Bruce's gaze grew even more venomous, as if he wanted to tear him apart.
Quinn pretended not to see his gaze and said harshly, "This is my final warning, Abigail is not someone you can touch. If you want to live a few more years, keep a low profile and stop causing trouble for the Worthington family."
He pulled back his hand in disgust and signaled Gregory, who casually twirled the fruit knife before flinging it. The blade grazed Bruce's fingers and embedded itself in the expensive floor, wobbling slightly and glinting coldly in the light.
Bruce shuddered violently and quickly withdrew his hand in fear.
He instinctively looked up, meeting Gregory's mocking gaze, which held a hint of disdain and contempt, deeply wounding his pride.
Gregory looked down at him, his eyes cold and sharp.
"Listen up, Abigail is my woman. Don't let there be a next time. Otherwise, I can't guarantee where this knife will end up."
After Gregory and Quinn left, Bruce exhaled shakily, drenched in cold sweat. Sterling and the others, finally recovering, hurriedly helped him from the floor to the sofa.
"Bruce, are you okay?"
Bruce abruptly shook off Sterling's hand and growled irritably, "Get lost."
Where were these people when he was almost getting his fingers cut off?
A bunch of useless idiots!
Sterling said, "Bruce, you can't blame us. We were scared stiff too."
"Bruce, who exactly was that man with Quinn? He didn't seem like an ordinary person."
A trace of malice flashed in Bruce's eyes as he sneered. "I don't care who he is. If he offends me, I will definitely get my revenge!"
"So what are you planning to do?"
Bruce said, "Gather all the subordinates and find out that man's identity. If he dares to lay a hand on me, I will kill him!"
On the other side, Gregory and Quinn had no idea how much their actions tonight had provoked Bruce as they drove straight out of the bar.
Back home, Gregory glanced upstairs and reminded in a low voice, "Don't let Abigail know about tonight."
Quinn nodded. "Understood."
Gregory patted Quinn on the shoulder, said goodnight, and went to his room.
Abigail slept soundly, her petite form nestled in soft blankets, her beautiful face flushed from the room's warmth, making her look even more adorable.
Gregory chuckled softly, his sharp features instantly softening. He wanted to reach out and touch her but remembered he had been to the bar and quickly withdrew his hand.
Disgusted, Gregory tossed his suit, reeking of Bruce's alcohol, into the trash. Not wanting Abigail to know he'd been out, he showered, slipped into a bathrobe, and gently pulled the sleeping Abigail into his arms as he climbed into bed.
In her sleep, Abigail seemed to sense the coldness emanating from him and couldn't help but frown, moving away slightly.
Gregory laughed in exasperation, his long fingers tapping Abigail's forehead.
"So heartless."
Who was he doing all this for?
But he didn't move closer to Abigail again, waiting until he warmed up a bit before pulling her back into his arms.
This time, Abigail didn't resist. Instead, she snuggled into his embrace, found a comfortable position, and fell into a deep sleep.
Gregory, satisfied, curled his lips and slowly closed his eyes.
They slept until noon the next day. Abigail slowly opened her eyes and lazily stretched.
"Awake?"
A deep, magnetic male voice came from above. Abigail turned her head and met a pair of deep eyes.
She smiled, snuggled into Gregory's arms, and said sweetly, "Good morning, honey!"
This greeting made Gregory feel incredibly happy.
Gregory's thin lips curved up as he pulled her into his arms and kissed her forehead.
"Good morning, honey."
Abigail looked up, her beautiful starry eyes sparkling.
"Gregory, these past few days have felt like a beautiful dream, as if everything that was lost is slowly coming back to me. I feel like the happiest person in the world!"
Hearing this, Gregory felt a pang of pain in his heart.
He pressed his forehead against Abigail's, his eyes serious as he looked at her. "We will only get better and better."
Abigail nodded firmly, smiling. "Yes, I believe that too."
Gregory gently ruffled her hair, his voice low and tender. "Alright, get up now. Are you hungry?"
Abigail shook her head, burying herself in his arms, her eyes twinkling mischievously.
"But what if I don't want to get up? I haven't lazed around in bed for a long time."
Gregory raised an eyebrow, his smile suddenly becoming meaningful. "Well, that's not impossible, but are you sure you don't want to get up?"
Abigail blinked in confusion, and before she could answer, Gregory flipped over and pinned her beneath him.
"Just sleeping is boring. Why don't we do something fun to pass the time?"
Understanding his implication, Abigail's cheeks instantly turned red.
"Stop it."
She pushed against his firm chest but couldn't move him.
Gregory took her slender, soft hand and played with it in his palm.
"People say that couples lose interest in each other over time. I think we're about to lose our passion."
Abigail blushed and retorted, "No, we're not."
How could she lose interest in him?
Who stayed in bed until noon and insisted on making love during the day?
Gregory immediately took advantage, bringing his face closer. "Then kiss me, and I'll consider letting you off today."
"Why should I? I don't want to!" Abigail laughed and turned her face away.
"Then you must be tired of me. I guess now that you have the baby, you don't need me anymore."
Feeling a twinge of guilt under Gregory's resentful gaze, Abigail quickly kissed the corner of his lips.
Just as she was about to pull away, Gregory suddenly grabbed the back of her head and deepened the kiss.
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