Chapter 428 Call Me Darling Again
Gregory chuckled softly, pinching her cheek. "Alright, I'll stop teasing you now. You must be tired today; go and rest."
Abigail nestled deeper into his arms, her voice muffled but determined. "Honey, I don't want to go."
Gregory raised an eyebrow, pretending ignorance. "And what do you propose?"
Frustrated, Abigail balled up her fists and lightly punched his chest. "Carry me to bed."
Her tone was firm, leaving no room for negotiation.
Gregory took her small wrist, lifting it to his lips to press a kiss. "Say 'honey' again."
"Honey," Abigail said, her eyes widening innocently, her voice soft as cotton.
Gregory's expression darkened as he recalled a partygoer's remark: when Abigail, the icy queen, acted playful, no man could resist. At the time, he had dismissed it, but now, as her husband, he understood. Gently, he scooped Abigail into his arms and laid her on the bed.
As he straightened to leave, Abigail's arms looped around his neck, pulling him back down.
Caught off guard, Gregory nearly toppled onto her but managed to brace himself with both hands, avoiding crushing her petite frame.
A mischievous light twinkled in Abigail's almond-shaped eyes. Leaning up, she placed a quick kiss on the corner of his lips. "Honey, I love you."
The warmth in Gregory's chest swelled. Cupping her cheeks, he captured her lips fully, deepening the kiss.
Abigail felt his lips, soft yet firm, moving with a practiced ease. Her breaths grew uneven, their rhythms syncing like an unspoken melody.
For once, she didn't pull away but responded earnestly, her hands finding their way into his hair.
Time blurred, and as Abigail began to lose her breath, Gregory reluctantly released her, though his eyes lingered on hers, now misty with emotion. "Did you enjoy that?"
Abigail's lips, now swollen and tinged with pink, moved slightly as she nodded, her demeanor obedient yet teasing.
Gregory leaned in and left a lingering kiss on her cheek, his voice thick with restrained desire. "Don't push me too far, Abigail."
Abigail blinked innocently, her tone playful. "And if I do?"
Gregory's composure wavered, and he groaned, "Then you'll have to deal with the consequences."
Without waiting for her to respond, he claimed her lips again, a wave of intensity breaking the fragile balance between them.
By the time Gregory's self-restraint gave out completely, Abigail had learned firsthand what it meant to "suffer the consequences."
Abigail winced and rubbed her sore back, annoyed at Gregory's contentment. She muttered and tried to kick him, but Gregory effortlessly caught her foot, making her gasp as her cheeks flushed from the warmth of his hand.
Abigail said, "Gregory, let go!"
Gregory answered, "No."
"Gregory!"
He asked, "Yes, you called me?"
Seeing his unyielding demeanor, Abigail huffed and tensed her foot. "Let go of me!"
Gregory glanced at her, a smirk playing on his lips. "Beg me."
Remembering the earlier scene, Abigail's cheeks reddened further. Reluctantly, she inched closer and pleaded, "Please, I'm sleepy."
As soon as she finished speaking, Gregory's grip on her ankle loosened, and she was free.
Gregory opened his arms with a smile. "Sleepy? Come here."
Abigail gave him a look before gently moving into his embrace. As soon as she did, his large hands pulled her close.
Gregory said, "Goodnight, dear."
"Goodnight," answered she.
Abigail found a comfortable spot in Gregory's arms and quickly fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.
The next morning, she woke still nestled in his embrace. Gregory lay on his side, one arm draped casually over her waist, the other under her neck. His sleeping face was handsome and serene.
Abigail quietly watched him, feeling a sudden sense of tranquility. She mischievously extended a finger and gently poked his face.
When Gregory didn't wake, she grew bolder, using two fingers to lift the corners of his lips into a smile.
Unable to contain her laughter, she was about to pinch his ear when Gregory's eyes suddenly opened.Gregory asked, "What are you doing?"
Caught red-handed, Abigail blinked innocently and hid her hands behind her back. "Nothing!"
Her guilty expression was all too obvious.
Gregory chuckled softly and flipped her onto her back. "Really, nothing?"
Abigail's long lashes fluttered as she smiled sweetly. "Maybe it was your exclusive wake-up service. Don't you like it?"
He knew if he said "no," Abigail would leave in a heartbeat. She had a way of getting her way, and he was happy to indulge her.
Gregory smiled wryly. "I love it."
Abigail's smile widened as she cupped his face and planted a firm kiss on his lips.
Desire, long dormant, flared up instantly. Gregory's eyes darkened with intent, but a knock on the door interrupted them.
Gregory's expression soured immediately.
Abigail nudged his chest, her cheeks flushed. "Someone's at the door."
Frustrated, Gregory pressed her back onto the bed. "Ignore it. Let's continue."
But the knocking persisted.
Finally, Gregory got up, adjusted his robe, and opened the door, glaring icily at Ralph. "This better be important."
Ralph wiped the sweat off his forehead, looking apologetic. "Mr. White, I didn't want to disturb you, but there's a guest."
Gregory sneered. "No guest is important enough to interrupt us. Tell them to wait if it's not urgent."
Ralph quickly responded, "It's Mrs. Michelle Worthington. Are you sure you want her to wait?"
Gregory paused mid-motion. "Who?"
Ralph repeated, "Mrs. Michelle Worthington."
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