Chapter 407 Drugging
Abigail brought Mireille to the restaurant. Seeing the table full of sumptuous dinner, her eyes lit up.
Mireille was also in disbelief. "I thought it was just something casual, but Gregory is really amazing!"
Hearing Mireille's praise, Abigail proudly lifted her chin. "Of course, Gregory knows a lot."
Gregory happened to come out with the soup, his thin lips couldn't help but curve into a slight smile.
Mireille's eyes were full of curiosity. "Does Gregory often cook at home? Didn't you hire a chef?"
Abigail and Gregory exchanged a glance and laughed, "He doesn't have that much time."
Besides, if Gregory cooked every day, she wouldn't bear it!
Gregory's deep eyes were full of amusement. He reached out and ruffled Abigail's hair, saying, "Abigail was in a bad mood today. When she's unhappy, she likes to eat."
Mireille covered her mouth in excitement, fearing she might scream. She was elated to enjoy this meal, all because of Abigail.
Abigail playfully glared at him, picked up the utensils, and said, "Alright, let's eat quickly before it gets cold."
Mireille nodded heavily and started eating happily.
The meal was very satisfying for Mireille, and Abigail's mood improved a lot.
They exchanged a glance and lazily leaned back in their chairs, not wanting to move.
Seeing their identical actions, Gregory shook his head helplessly.
They really were alike.
When leaving, Mireille still looked reluctant, but in front of Gregory, she didn't dare to show it too obviously. She quietly leaned close to Abigail's ear and whispered, "I'll come again next time!"
Thinking of the food, she had a lingering desire for more.
Abigail saw all her expressions and smiled helplessly. "Alright, be safe on the way."
After Mireille left, Abigail sat directly on Gregory's lap, her slender arms wrapped around his neck, smiling at him.
Gregory hugged her soft waist and asked, "What's up?"
Without saying a word, Abigail lowered her head and kissed Gregory's lips. "Nothing, just thinking it's great to have you. No wonder people say mature older men know how to take care of their wives."
Gregory was happy with the first part of her sentence, but his smile froze when he heard the latter part.
Always confident in everything, Gregory suddenly started to doubt himself. "Am I really that old? We're only eight years apart."
Abigail snorted lightly. "Eight years isn't enough?"
"Hmm?" Gregory narrowed his eyes dangerously, using a bit more force to pin Abigail down on the sofa, trapping her in his arms. "What did you say? Say it again."
Before Abigail could react, she found her escape route perfectly blocked by Gregory.
She blinked and sensibly cupped Gregory's handsome face, giving him a kiss. "I said, I love you so much!"
Her tone was particularly serious, and her eyes were very sincere and innocent.
Gregory was amused by her sudden kiss, and the momentum he had built up dissipated completely.
He gently tapped Abigail's nose, a mix of helplessness and affection in his voice. "Alright, I'll let you off this time."
That night, Abigail submitted the design draft to DM's design department, asking them to select the appropriate fabric and thread as quickly as possible.
Abigail aimed to personally design and sew every stitch of this garment. Despite the slow pace of hand-sewing, she relished the process and felt a profound sense of fulfillment in creating something special for Darwin.
About three days later, the clothing was officially completed.
As for Darwin's clothing size, she directly asked the Worthington family's butler without alerting Darwin, hoping to give him a surprise when the final product was ready.
When Gregory returned from the Frost family's business, he saw that Abigail had already finished the clothing.
The design and style of the clothing were very exquisite, not only incorporating noble elements but also adding some innovative designs.
This way, Darwin wouldn't look too serious wearing it.
Abigail pulled Gregory to the bedside and asked, "What do you think? Is there anything that needs to be changed?"
Gregory smiled and shook his head. "No, this piece is perfect."
"Really, you're not just flattering me, are you?"
"No, if you don't believe me, you can ask someone else."
"Forget it, the fewer people who know about this, the better. If it accidentally gets to Darwin, there won't be any surprise."
Gregory chuckled and nodded, then began to seriously critique, "This piece really has no flaws. Even a professional designer wouldn't be able to find any faults. Just the size needs to be adjusted."
The measurements from the Worthington family's butler were taken when Darwin was healthy. During his hospital stay, he had lost significant weight, making the garment inevitably too loose.
Abigail had a sudden realization. "Oh, how could I forget that!"
Saying this, she immediately adjusted the size, and by the time she finished, it was already past nine in the evening.
Early the next morning, Abigail got up early and headed to the hospital with the gift box.
Abigail felt inexplicably nervous. "Do you think Grandpa will like the gift I brought?"
"He definitely will. This is a token of our Abigail's affection. Grandpa will surely be very happy." Gregory hugged her shoulders and comforted her in a low voice.
With his encouragement, Abigail's unease dissipated a bit.
She pushed open the ward door, ready to hand the gift box to Darwin, only to find a doctor inside, injecting something into Darwin's IV.
Hearing the sound from the door, the person holding the syringe paused slightly, a flash of panic in his eyes.
Abigail's eyes sharpened, and she shouted sternly, "What are you doing?"
The man pretended to be calm, with a hint of grievance in his tone. "I'm adding medicine for Darwin. The doctor just prescribed it. If you don't believe me, you can ask. I've never seen a patient's family member come and question the doctor."
After pulling out the syringe, he turned to leave. Abigail quickly removed the needle from Darwin's hand. Gregory stepped forward, blocked the man's escape, and kicked him to the ground.
"Trying to run? Not so easy!"
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