Chapter 442 Sugar Daddy
Abigail looked at Gregory in surprise. "You guys got here fast. Mireille and I were just nearby. What about you?"
"We were too, grabbing a drink with Henry." Gregory's eyes were glued to Abigail, unwavering, as though he couldn't bear to look away for even a second.
Abigail felt her cheeks heat up under his intense gaze. She gave him a gentle nudge. "Why are you staring at me like that? Let's go inside; it's so hot out here!"
The midday sun blazed so fiercely it was hard to keep one's eyes open.
Gregory moved slightly, using his tall frame to shield her from the harsh sunlight. "Better now?"
Abigail smiled and nodded, taking his hand and pulling him towards the villa.
Mireille stood a few steps away, completely overlooked. She stomped her foot in frustration and glared at Gregory's back. "Can you two tone it down a little? There are other people here, you know!"
Abigail glanced at Gregory and shared a knowing smile. She reached out to ruffle Mireille's hair playfully. "Don't worry. One day, you'll find someone who loves you just as much."
Mireille's face flushed slightly. "I don't need anyone! I'm perfectly fine on my own."
"Really? It sounds suspicious!" Abigail teased, raising an eyebrow.
Mireille's blush deepened, spreading to her ears. She avoided Abigail's knowing look, muttering, "It's nothing serious yet... I'm not telling you!" She then turned and dashed into the villa.
Watching her flustered retreat, Abigail chuckled softly. "So Mireille has a shy side too."
"She probably has a crush on someone. You used to act the same way around me." Gregory said nonchalantly, though there was a hint of amusement in his tone.
Abigail quickly retorted, "What nonsense! I never acted like that. You're making it up!"
Gregory lowered his head slightly, a teasing smile playing on his lips. "Mrs. White, should I remind you of the time in the bathroom?"
"Stop it!" Abigail hurriedly clamped her hand over his mouth, cutting him off before he could say more.
Seeing the mischievous glint in his eyes, she realized she'd been tricked. Huffing in mock annoyance, she glared at him and marched inside. "I'm not talking to you anymore."
Gregory's warm smile lingered as he followed her, quickening his pace. "Careful, watch your step."
Inside the living room, Quinn had just returned, his luggage still untouched.
Noticing everyone gathered, a faint smile flickered across his lips. "Why the big fuss? I'm just here for a couple of days to take care of some things."
Henry threw an arm around his neck and laughed. "No way! You're our guy. Spill the tea—what happened in Aerilon? I heard Mr. Worthington handed the company to you?"
Though Quinn had various investments and assets, he rarely involved himself in day-to-day management, delegating most responsibilities to his team. He preferred a low profile and had never imagined inheriting the Worthington Group, especially as an illegitimate child.
Abigail interjected gently, "Quinn, if you ever feel overwhelmed, let me know. Gregory and I can help."
Knowing that her refusal of the inheritance had placed the burden on Quinn, Abigail couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt.
Quinn tousled her hair lightly, his tone reassuring. "Don't worry about me. Just focus on taking care of yourself and the baby. I've got this."
Abigail smiled warmly, her voice soft. "Thank you."
Gregory, however, wasn't as accommodating. With a quick swat, he brushed Quinn's hand away. "You can talk, but keep your hands to yourself."
Quinn and Abigail exchanged a glance and laughed quietly.
After chatting for a while, Quinn checked his watch. "I have a patient coming this afternoon. How about we catch up in the evening?"
Henry protested, his tone exaggerated. "Quinn, that's so cold! We came all this way, and you're already kicking us out?"
Quinn pointed to his watch and shrugged. "You know the rules. No disturbances during sessions."
As a psychologist, Quinn had a strict policy of maintaining privacy for his patients, many of whom carried deep emotional scars.
Abigail broke the tension with a suggestion. "Mireille, there's a new amusement park nearby. Want to check it out?"
Mireille's eyes lit up instantly. "Yes! I love it!"
The two quickly agreed and turned to Gregory and Henry. "Are you coming or not?"
Gregory and Henry exchanged glances before replying in unison, "We're coming."
Gregory adjusted his slightly wrinkled suit before following them out the door.
The newly built amusement park, located in the bustling city center next to the busiest commercial district, was always packed with people.
Gregory frowned slightly as they navigated through the crowd. "Should I clear the place?"
Although Gregory and Abigail typically avoided drawing attention, their presence naturally turned heads. Within minutes, some people even started snapping photos, mistaking them for celebrities.
Abigail gently squeezed his hand and shook her head. "No need. It'll ruin the experience."
Respecting her wishes, Gregory refrained from making any calls.
The afternoon passed in a whirlwind of laughter and fun, with Abigail and Mireille enjoying every ride and game. Gregory and Henry stayed on the sidelines, occasionally taking photos but mostly watching.
As dusk fell, hunger finally forced them to leave.
On the car ride home, Abigail and Mireille animatedly recounted their favorite moments, their conversation peppered with laughter.
Gregory sat silently, watching their reflection in the window. Stroking his chin thoughtfully, he wondered if he'd grown out of touch.
Henry, seated beside him, voiced a similar thought. "Girls really have the weirdest interests. How do they find these things entertaining?"
Mireille waved dismissively. "Of course you wouldn't understand. It's girl talk!"
Henry raised an eyebrow. "Fine, but seriously, was that guy from earlier really that attractive? You screamed like a fan at a concert."
It's unbelievable! With him and Gregory, two top-tier heartthrobs, right there, how could they possibly be attracted to other men?
Mireille rolled her eyes. "It's called appreciation! You wouldn't get it."
Abigail chimed in with a grin, "He was pretty handsome. A different vibe from you two. Now I understand why some women enjoy the company of younger men—they're nice to look at."
As soon as the words left her mouth, she felt a sharp, cold gaze on her.
"Nice to look at? Care to explain that, Mrs. White?" Gregory's deep voice carried a dangerous edge.
Abigail blinked, realizing she might have said too much.
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