Chapter 363 It Makes Me Want to Kiss You Even More
Abigail gently bit Gregory's lip, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
Gregory chuckled softly, his voice a bit hoarse. "You're making me want to kiss you even more."
He kissed her deeply, prying her mouth open with passion. When it ended, Abigail's face was flushed, her eyes shimmering with infatuation.
Gregory gently caressed her cheek, smiling as he looked at her. "Did you like it?"
Abigail nodded shyly, then quickly pushed him away and ran to the bathroom. "I'm going to freshen up. Get up quickly, we have to attend the Worthington Mansion banquet tonight."
Feeling better and in high spirits, Darwin decided it was the perfect time to formally introduce Abigail to the Worthington family.
Originally, Abigail wanted to persuade him not to rush, but Darwin was very stubborn. Once he made a decision, nothing could change his mind.
Abigail felt helpless but agreed.
For today's banquet, Abigail specially chose a bright red dress with a simple and elegant design.
Her long black hair was curled and fell naturally over her shoulders.
Two strands of hair framed her face, making her fair cheeks look even smaller.
She looked as exquisite as a doll in a shop window, her sparkling eyes captivating anyone who saw her.
When Abigail came out dressed, Gregory looked up, his deep eyes gradually becoming hot and intense, almost melting her.
Meeting Gregory's gaze, Abigail smiled and walked over, tiptoeing to wrap her arms around his neck.
"Mr. White, do I look good?"
Gregory's Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he responded, wrapping his hands around her slender waist. "What should I do? I don't even want to take you out!"
Abigail smiled in satisfaction and kissed his cheek. "Mr. White, don't worry. I won't look at any other man but you."
Gregory was amused by her serious expression and gently tapped her nose with his finger. "You said it."
They went downstairs together, and the housekeeper approached them. "Excuse me, Quinn asked me to heat up some food for you. Do you want to eat?"
"Yes!"
Abigail quickly pulled Gregory into the dining room.
Quinn, always thoughtful, prepared Abigail's favorite dishes and kept them warm, even if she slept in. She never realized that beneath his cold exterior was a delicate heart, and his thoughtfulness was just for her.
Even Mireille from the Worthington family had never been given such attention.
After breakfast, Quinn called. "Is Abigail awake?"
"Yes, have you already left?"
Quinn nodded. "Yes, I'm on my way with Dad and Michelle to pick up Grandpa. We'll be at the Worthington family in half an hour."
Hearing this, Abigail quickly put down her utensils and wiped the oil from her lips. "We'll head over right away."
As juniors, it was their first time going to the Worthington Mansion, and it would be very impolite to be late.
Quinn, however, was unconcerned. "Don't rush, take your time. The Worthington family isn't that strict."
Of course, Linnea was an exception.
But with their protection, Linnea wouldn't dare do anything.
Abigail laughed. "It's okay, we've already finished eating. We'll leave right away."
About 20 minutes later, a black Bentley drove into the Worthington Mansion estate.
The Worthington family estate was designed and decorated in the style of an old European royal court, looking very solemn and classical.
After driving for another ten minutes, they finally reached the main building.
The servants stood in a line outside, their expressions respectful and serious.
After Abigail and Gregory got out of the car, the butler personally came out to greet them.
When the butler saw Abigail's face, a rare look of surprise flashed across his usually expressionless and composed face.
But he quickly suppressed the emotion, becoming even more respectful. "Are you Ms. Martin and Mr. White? Please come in."
Abigail nodded politely, holding Gregory's hand as they walked inside.
The remaining servants exchanged glances and whispered among themselves.
"What's going on? Why does she look so much like Michelle?"
"This girl is so beautiful, even more so than a movie star. And the man beside her is so handsome. They make such a perfect couple."
"No wonder Caius and Michelle want to adopt her. It's not without reason."
In the living room, Marlowe and Linnea from the Worthington family sat on the sofa, the atmosphere somewhat tense.
Everyone had their own thoughts, occasionally glancing at the door.
Mireille was the first to lose her patience, sneering. "Darwin and Caius are really something, bringing anyone home and making such a big deal out of it."
Bruce chimed in, "I don't know why they're doing this. They must have been deceived."
Orson glanced at Bruce, whose face was bruised and swollen, and suddenly laughed. "What happened to Bruce's face? Did someone hit him?"
Seeing everyone looking at him, Bruce's face stiffened. "Mind your own business. What does it have to do with you?"
Linnea looked at her son with a pained expression and asked softly, "Bruce, what happened? Did someone bully you? Tell me, and I'll get revenge for you."
She wanted to see who dared to lay a hand on her son!
Bruce waved his hand impatiently. "Don't worry about it."
Linnea was about to say more when footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door.
Everyone instinctively looked over, and when they saw Abigail's face, their pupils couldn't help but contract.
What was going on?
Why did she look so much like Michelle?
Upon closer inspection, her features also bore some resemblance to Caius.
The butler introduced, "This is Caius's newly adopted daughter, Abigail."
He then pointed to Gregory. "And this is Ms. Martin's husband, Gregory."
Gregory? Why did that name sound so familiar? Could it be the youngest CEO of Aramore, who single-handedly brought the White Group to the top in Capitise?
Marlowe and Linnea exchanged glances, seeing the threat in each other's eyes.
Even though Caius no longer involved himself in the Worthington Group's affairs, his presence was still a threat to them.
Moreover, Darwin had always wanted Caius to take over the Worthington Group again.
With the White family's support, their chances would be even slimmer.
Bruce and Orson were stunned, looking at each other in shock. "It's you?"
They spoke in unison, then turned to each other. "You know her too?"
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