Chapter 367 Honey, I Want You
Michelle smiled and gently rubbed her head, her voice as gentle as a breeze. "Go back and get some sleep. We'll see each other again tomorrow."
She thought, 'What to do when your daughter is too clingy? Of course, spoil her!'
"Alright." Abigail reluctantly lifted her head from Michelle's embrace, looking at her with longing eyes. "Then, Mom, remember to miss me."
"Yes, I will."
Only then did Abigail contentedly say goodbye to Michelle. Even after she got out of the car, Caius received no affection from his daughter, leaving him heartbroken.
How heartless. She'd once been grateful for his support at the Worthington family, but now she had completely forgotten his help.
Just as he was sulking, someone suddenly knocked on the driver's side window.
Caius turned his head and saw Abigail standing by the window, a sweet and soft smile on her face, her eyes curved like a warm sun.
Just as Caius was about to lower the window to ask what she needed, she suddenly raised her hands above her head and made a heart gesture, then ran off with a smile.
Caius was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but curl his lips into a smile.
She still knew how to be grateful!
Gregory got out of the car and happened to see Abigail making gestures to someone in the car ahead.
His face instantly darkened, his brows furrowed, feeling a bit displeased.
Ever since they came to Aerilon, Abigail's attention on him had been decreasing.
But the others were Caius and Michelle, leaving Gregory with no room to complain.
He quickly walked up and followed her.
Abigail was in an exceptionally good mood today. Not only had she revealed her identity at the Worthington Mansion, but Bruce had also been reprimanded.
Of course, what made her happiest was being so close to her mom.
With a smile on her lips, she eagerly threw herself into Gregory's arms, looking up at him with clear, sparkling eyes.
"Gregory, I'm so happy today!"
Gregory looked down at her smiling face, and all his irritation and frustration instantly vanished.
He pinched the bridge of his nose, hugged Abigail's slender and soft waist, and responded.
Abigail sensed his mood, tilted her head, and asked, "Gregory, are you unhappy?"
Gregory chuckled helplessly. "Not really."
He tightened his arms slightly, lifting Abigail off the ground. "Abigail, I need attention too. Aren't you neglecting me a bit too much now?"
Startled by being lifted, Abigail instinctively wrapped her arms around Gregory's neck.
Hearing his complaint, Abigail felt a bit guilty.
She blinked innocently. "Really?"
Gregory snorted lightly. "What do you think?"
Abigail's eyes shifted slightly, her slender, fair arms wrapped around his neck, and she planted a kiss on his lips. "How about now?"
Feeling the softness and sweetness on his lips, Gregory's little grievance instantly dissipated.
He carried Abigail to the sofa, put her down, and eagerly kissed her.
"Not enough."
As he spoke, he pried open Abigail's teeth, his thin lips moving over hers, sucking.
Abigail leaned back on the sofa, forced to endure Gregory's kiss.
The faint scent of cedar from the man made her unable to resist, sinking into it.
Before long, her face turned red.
Her body gradually warmed up, as if something was about to burst out from her chest.
Gregory knelt on one knee on the sofa, one hand holding the back of Abigail's head, the other on the sofa back.
The veins on his long, fair hand bulged, seemingly trying hard to control his surging desire.
The kiss lasted who knows how long until Abigail was almost out of breath. She pushed Gregory's chest, and he finally stopped.
He pressed his forehead against hers, his deep eyes glowing with a dangerous and intense light.
Abigail felt shy under his gaze and instinctively wanted to avoid it. "What are you doing?"
Because of the kiss, her voice was slightly hoarse, but more charming than usual, making Gregory's heart flutter, like a feather gently tickling his heart.
Gregory looked at her, his sexy Adam's apple moving up and down, seemingly trying hard to control something.
"Abigail, I want you."
Abigail's eyelids twitched, and she quickly stopped him. "No! I'm pregnant now!"
Gregory's deep, magnetic voice sounded, coaxing, "Abigail, don't you want me?"
The slightly rising tone carried a hint of seduction, making Abigail's cheeks instantly flush.
She blushed and retorted softly, "Don't say that, I don't!"
"Really? I don't believe you," Gregory said, his distinct fingers slowly moving down, slipping under Abigail's dress.
Under his palm was smooth, delicate skin, like jade without a flaw, making him reluctant to let go.
His palm was a bit cool, making Abigail shiver and instinctively want to dodge.
"Gregory, stop it!"
Gregory's thin lips curved, a meaningful smile on his face. "Your body tells me it desires me too."
Before he finished speaking, Abigail, feeling nervous, quickly covered his mouth.
Her cheeks were red, glaring at Gregory. "Stop talking!"
She instinctively glanced around, seeing no servants, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Gregory smiled and rubbed her head. "Don't worry, there's no one else at home, just us."
Quinn and Henry went to the bar after dismissing the servants, ensuring no one would disturb them.
He leaned in close, speaking deliberately near Abigail's ear, his warm breath falling on the skin behind her ear.
Abigail felt the heat on her face spread to the back of her ears.
"Still no!"
After all, this wasn't their home.
She was still shy!
Seeing her firm attitude, Gregory sighed regretfully. "Alright, let's go to the room then."
He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. Abigail clung to his neck as he laid her on the bed. Gregory guided her hand to his crotch, and time seemed to blur. The stickiness on her palm made her blush and turn away, too shy to look.
Gregory kissed her forehead with a smile. "Abigail, you're amazing."
Abigail angrily kicked him and threw another pillow at him. "Get out, I don't want to see you right now. No sleeping on the bed tonight."
Gregory caught the pillow, awkwardly touching his nose.
"Abigail, I can't sleep without holding you at night."
Abigail couldn't help but roll her eyes. "How did you manage the first thirty years then?"
Gregory shamelessly said, "It's different now."
With a beautiful wife, who could stand sleeping alone?
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