Chapter 483 Who's More Important, Me or the Barbecue?
In the car, Henry leaned forward curiously, resting his arms on the back of the driver and passenger seats, staring at them back and forth. "Gregory, Abigail, are you hiding something from me?"
Abigail blinked innocently. "No, why would you say that?"
Henry snorted coldly and said truthfully, "I don't know, I just feel like you two are acting weird, definitely hiding something from me. Did something happen to Quinn?"
"Of course not," Abigail and Gregory said in unison.
After speaking, they glanced at each other and then quickly looked away.
Henry said, "Something's off, you two are definitely acting strange. Stop the car, let me go back. I need to see what happened to Quinn."
Seeing this, Abigail quickly pulled him back and whispered, "Don't move, I'll tell you."
Henry, taking advantage of no one noticing, secretly curled his lips, then sat up straight with a serious expression. "Alright, you can tell me now."
Abigail sighed helplessly and recounted everything she had seen in the villa earlier.
"Oh My God!" Henry couldn't believe his ears, staring in shock. "You must be kidding me, right? That cold-hearted Quinn, falling in love? No way!"
He would sooner believe in the end of the world than believe that Quinn would fall in love!
Abigail shrugged and said, "I knew you'd react like this. I didn't believe it at first either, but the facts are right in front of us. Quinn is in love."
Thinking of Quinn and Maeve's state at the time, Abigail paused and added, "Maybe not in love yet, but close."
Henry's expression turned strange, as if he was still in shock. Quinn had really fallen in love? And he had initiated it? It sounded like a dream—so unreal.
"Although Quinn is my brother, I have no right to interfere in his love life. All I can do is respect and bless him," said Abigail.
Gregory, who was focused on driving, nodded in agreement. "Abigail is right, I support it too."
As a friend, he didn't want to see Quinn end up alone. Meeting a girl he liked would make his life worthwhile.
Henry thought it over and found it reasonable since Quinn was a thirty-year-old man with normal sexual needs.
But he was still a bit unhappy, crossing his arms and complaining, "Quinn is really something, hiding such a big thing from us, not treating us as friends at all! I'll have to talk to him about this."
What upset him the most was that he was the last to know about it!
How could he tolerate that?
Gregory shook his head helplessly. "Sit properly, let's take you home first."
Henry quickly sat back properly. A dozen minutes later, the car stopped at his villa. He got out and waved to them.
He asked, "Thanks, Abigail. Do you want to come in? Tricia misses you too."
Abigail glanced at the time and shook her head. "No, I'll make plans with her tomorrow. It's too late now."
Henry nodded. "Alright then, I won't keep you."
Gregory nodded to Henry and then drove home.
Back home, Gregory parked the car and looked to his side. "Alright, let's get out."
Abigail stayed in place, turned to Gregory with a smile in her eyes. "Gregory, carry me."
Smiling helplessly, Gregory quickly unbuckled his seatbelt, got out, and carried Abigail from the passenger seat, striding towards the house. Wrapping her arms around Gregory's neck, Abigail refused to let go even when they reached the bed.
Unprepared, Gregory fell onto the bed but quickly propped himself up with his arms to avoid putting all his weight on her.
"What are you doing?" Gregory looked at her, his deep eyes filled with a smile.
"Nothing, just want to hold you for a while." Abigail looked seriously into Gregory's eyes.
His eyes were beautiful, long and deep blue, like they held bottomless whirlpools that could suck people in if they weren't careful.
Abigail's slender, smooth fingers gently brushed the corner of his eye. "Gregory."
"Yes," Gregory responded, waiting for her to continue.
But the next second, Abigail smiled mischievously and asked, "Quinn is back now, you said we could have a barbecue when he returns. Can we do it tomorrow night?"
Gregory was stunned, then laughed. "Is that all you wanted to say?"
After all that buildup, he thought Abigail would say something romantic or important, not mention a barbecue.
He lightly tapped Abigail's nose with his fingertip, a bit helpless. "Is that all? Anything else?"
Abigail paused, blinking innocently. "What else? I can't think of anything."
Gregory fell silent, feeling choked up. He suddenly sat up and sighed by the bed. "I'm fine, just realizing I'm not as important as a barbecue in your heart?"
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