Chapter 455 I Don't Mind
Gregory paused in his steps and looked at Abigail with a teasing glint in his eyes. "It's just a bath, what are you thinking?"
Abigail was momentarily stunned, then buried her face in Gregory's chest, too embarrassed to speak.
The smile on Gregory's lips deepened, and he softly reassured her, "No need to be shy. If you want, I can satisfy you."
Abigail quickly covered Gregory's mouth, her eyes wide and sparkling. "Stop talking!"
"Alright. I won't say anymore. I'll carry you to take a bath first, then we can have a good rest tonight. Tomorrow, I'll take you somewhere," said Gregory.
Abigail blinked, quickly distracted. "Where?"
Gregory's lips curled into a mysterious smile. "You'll see tomorrow."
Seeing him being so secretive, Abigail became even more curious.
But no matter what she said, Gregory remained silent.
Abigail had no choice but to silently look forward to tomorrow.
"By the way," after their bath, as they lay back in bed preparing to sleep, Abigail suddenly remembered something.
"What's up?" Gregory turned over to face Abigail, pulling her into his arms.
His chin rested on the top of her head, gently rubbing.
There was a hint of laziness in his voice, as if he was about to fall asleep.
Abigail voiced the question that had been on her mind for a long time, "You stayed at Tom's villa for so long, what did you talk about? Did you really fight?"
Gregory slowly opened his eyes, a coldness in them.
Thinking of Tom, he couldn't help but sneer. "I just gave him some trouble. He won't be bothering us for a while."
If he dared to come again, Gregory wouldn't hold back. This time he only crippled one leg; next time could be worse. A flash of coldness passed through Gregory's eyes, but it was gone before Abigail noticed.
Abigail said, "It's good that things are resolved. I don't know what Tom is thinking, getting taught a lesson again and again without learning."
Gregory couldn't help but chuckle, lowering his head to kiss her forehead. "Yeah, he's just an annoying fly. He won't appear in front of you again."
Abigail nodded, finding a comfortable position in Gregory's arms, and soon fell into a deep sleep.
The next day, Abigail woke up naturally, the daylight already bright outside.
She rubbed her eyes and slowly got out of bed, her sleepy gaze landing on Gregory. He was leaning on the sofa, coffee in hand, reviewing financial reports. His tall, elegant figure exuded nobility. Abigail blinked, quietly admiring his flawless, handsome features. He seemed favored by the creator.
Perhaps her gaze was too intense, as Gregory seemed to sense it and suddenly turned his head. "Awake?"
Gregory put the laptop aside and walked to the bed.
Abigail opened her arms and smiled, "Gregory, hug me."
Gregory bent down and picked her up.
Even though she was pregnant, Abigail was still very slim, her body delicate, clinging to Gregory like a koala.
"Why not sleep a bit more?" Gregory asked.
Abigail shook her head, righteously saying, "Gregory, that's not right. How can you indulge me in being lazy? What if I get lazier and lazier?"
Gregory lifted her slightly, heading towards the bathroom. "It's okay, I don't mind."
Hearing Gregory's words, Abigail couldn't help but smile and planted a kiss on his face.
Gregory was momentarily stunned, then his smile deepened.
After washing up, Abigail pulled a red dress from her suitcase. It was ankle-length with a sheer design—simple yet alluring. She applied light makeup, enhancing her beauty. Just standing there, she seemed to glow.
Gregory suddenly walked up, hugging Abigail from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder, staring at her through the mirror. "Whose wife is this? How is she so beautiful?"
Abigail turned around, standing on tiptoe, her slender arms around his neck, smiling brightly. "Of course, I'm your wife."
Gregory tightly held Abigail's slender waist, lowered his head, and kissed her without another word. "Since you're my wife, I can kiss you."
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