Chapter 447 Punishment
A few days later, Abigail packed her luggage, ready to travel abroad for the competition.
Gregory, dressed in a sleek charcoal suit with sharp, authoritative features, stayed close to Abigail, never leaving her side and taking the suitcase from her hand.
The employees at DM saw him and didn't dare to make a sound.
They feared that if they spoke too loudly, Gregory's piercing gaze would fall on them.
However, they were overthinking it entirely.
Gregory's attention was focused solely on Abigail, his eyes never leaving her for a moment.
Although his demeanor seemed cold, whenever his gaze fell on Abigail, his deep-set eyes softened with warmth.
As for everyone else, they simply didn't exist in his view.
At the airport, Gregory issued a few brief instructions to his assistant, who nodded and disappeared for ten minutes.
When he returned, he addressed the DM employees, "Mr. White has arranged for a private jet. Please follow me this way."
The DM employees stared in wide-eyed disbelief. A private jet?
Abigail, equally surprised, tilted her head at Gregory, her clear eyes filled with curiosity and confusion.
She asked, "Why didn't you tell me about this earlier?"
Gregory gently pinched her soft cheek and said casually, "I wanted it to be a surprise. Do you like it?"
Abigail nodded with a smile. "Then I'll thank you on behalf of my team."
Gregory arched an eyebrow, his lips curling into a faint smirk. "Only a verbal thank you?"
Catching the implication, Abigail's cheeks turned pink.
She inhaled deeply, glared at Gregory playfully, and whispered, "Not now, there are too many people watching."
Gregory paused for a moment, then gave a slight nod under Abigail's hopeful gaze. "Alright, I'll let it go for now."
Just as Abigail relaxed, Gregory leaned in, his warm breath grazing her ear. "But you'll repay me double later."
His deep voice sent a shiver down Abigail's spine, the sensation spreading across her skin.
Abigail nodded quickly, her face growing hotter. "Up to you."
Pleased with her answer, Gregory straightened up, acting as though nothing had happened, and took her hand to lead her forward.
Once on the plane, Gregory cupped Abigail's face and gently rested her head on his shoulder. "It'll be a few hours before we arrive. Try to rest."
Abigail looked up at him, her wide, bright eyes shining with excitement. "I'm not sleepy. I'm just thinking about meeting StyleSavvy, it's so thrilling."
StyleSavvy was currently the most renowned fashion brand worldwide, synonymous with luxury and sophistication.
Their designs were cutting-edge, catering to high-end clientele, including prominent celebrities who took pride in wearing their creations.
Recently, StyleSavvy planned to expand into the Capitise market and identified DM as their best partner.
This collaboration could boost DM's prestige and elevate its status in the industry.
Naturally, Abigail took this opportunity very seriously.
Gregory held her shoulder securely, his gaze steady and filled with encouragement. "You'll succeed. Don't stress, I'm here with you."
Those simple words immediately calmed Abigail's anxious heart.
She looked up at him, her expression softening little by little.
For some reason, her eyes began to well up, turning slightly red.
Gregory, intending to reassure her, panicked when he saw her tears and hurriedly wiped them away.
His tone was both helpless and gentle. "What's wrong? Why are you crying? People might think I've been mean to you."
Abigail burst into laughter at his remark, her almond-shaped eyes glaring at him. "You did bully me."
Gregory pulled out a tissue, his expression tender as he wiped her tears. "Unfair, don't accuse me wrongly."
Abigail pouted, throwing herself into his chest, her voice muffled. "You did bully me. You made me cry."
Looking at her curled up in his arms, Gregory raised his hands in surrender. "Fine, my bad. I upset you, and I deserve to be punished."
Abigail lifted her face from his chest, and before Gregory could respond, she leaned in and kissed him softly.
Her lips, sweet and soft, left Gregory momentarily stunned.
Abigail fluttered her long lashes and smiled mischievously. "There's your punishment."
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