Chapter 446 If There’s a Next Time, You Won’t Be Able to Get Out of Bed
Abigail didn't care at all and immediately started to act spoiled:
"I don't care, it's your fault."
"Alright, my bad. I was wrong. Darling, will you forgive me?" Gregory didn't dare to really upset Abigail.
In this household, Abigail was the one in charge. Moreover, she was pregnant. Naturally, whatever she said went.
Seeing his good attitude, Abigail slowly revealed a satisfied smile and gently nodded her head. "Not bad, keep it up."
Seeing her finally smile, Gregory secretly breathed a sigh of relief and immediately pulled her back into his arms.
Abigail buried her face in his chest and suddenly thought of something. "In a few days, I have to go to Sylvanor to attend the international fashion competition."
Gregory answered, "Yes, I've heard about it. I'll go with you then."
"No need, I'll just be there for a few days and come back. You don't have to go." Abigail didn't want him to always delay his work for her, especially since it wasn't a big deal and she could handle it herself.
The most crucial point was that Abigail didn't want to become overly dependent on Gregory.
But Gregory said seriously, "No, I can't let you go alone. Besides, the work at the White Group doesn't need me to oversee it every day."
With Abigail being pregnant, how could he bear to let her go to another country alone?
In the end, Abigail couldn't argue with him and had to agree to take him along. "But let me make it clear, you can come, but you have to listen to me. When we're outside, no getting jealous."
Gregory lay on the bed, propping himself up with one arm, and looked at her sideways. "Hmm? What are you planning to do to make me jealous?"
Abigail felt inexplicably guilty, scratched her ear, and explained in advance, "The clothes I'm designing this time are men's velvet suits, so I'll inevitably have to interact with models."
Seeing Gregory's expression change, Abigail quickly added, "But don't worry, I definitely won't look at them more than once!"
Gregory withdrew his gaze and let out a meaningful hum, his voice sounding lazy.
Abigail couldn't guess what he was thinking. In the next second, her wrist was suddenly grabbed.
Then, she was pulled against Gregory's chest, feeling the heat beneath her palm.
Abigail's cheeks flushed involuntarily, and she looked up at him. "What are you doing?"
Gregory's narrow eyes squinted slightly, and he asked her in a drawn-out tone, "Feel carefully, whose body is better, mine or the male models'?"
Although he had a smile on his lips, there was an inexplicable danger in his deep eyes.
It seemed that if Abigail dared to say the wrong thing, he would make her regret it.
Abigail, suppressing her shyness, seriously felt it and earnestly evaluated, "Yoursis definitely better."
Gregory looked at her with a smile, his lips curling in satisfaction, like a lion that had been appeased, obediently lying beside her. "Keep talking, I love to hear it."
Abigail sighed helplessly and praised Gregory from head to toe.
It wasn't until she was almost parched that Gregory finally let her stop.
He turned over, his iron-like arm tightly holding her in his embrace, and pinched her cheek as a punishment. "This time I'll let you off, but next time…"
He suddenly paused.
Abigail's long, curly eyelashes trembled lightly, her eyes innocent and confused. Next time, what?
Just as she was thinking, Gregory's gritted voice suddenly sounded in her ear, carrying an indescribable dominance. "Next time, don't even think about getting out of my bed."
Hearing this, Abigail's face turned red, and she glared at him, turning away to ignore him.
Why did Gregory speak so bluntly?
Looking at Abigail's blushing cheeks, Gregory couldn't help but laugh. "We've been married for so long, how can you still not get used to it? Hmm? Being this shy won't do."
Abigail cupped her burning cheeks, glared at him again, and pushed him away, complaining, "How can you be so excessive!"
She thought, 'Really, Why is he acting crazy so early in the morning?'
Gregory suddenly laughed, leaned over, and pecked her soft, rosy lips.
His tone was meaningful, with hidden implications. "I can be even more excessive, in bed."
This time, the blush on Abigail's face spread to the back of her ears. Her skin was pink, looking extremely enticing.
Gregory's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he suddenly sat up from the bed, heading towards the bathroom.
Standing at the bathroom door, about to step in, he suddenly said to the person on the bed, "Don't look at me with that kind of gaze again, unless you want to repeat what just happened."
Recalling the recent lovemaking that almost left her bones falling apart, Abigail's cheeks turned red again.
She grabbed a pillow from beside her and threw it in Gregory's direction. "Go take a shower!"
Gregory caught the pillow accurately, placed it aside, and walked into the bathroom with a smile.
Soon, the sound of running water mixed with the man's low grunts could be heard.
The blush on Abigail's face wouldn't go away. She pulled the blanket over herself, not daring to listen anymore.
How could someone have so much energy?
They had clearly been at it for so long just now, how could he still have energy?
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