Chapter 494 Darling, It Needs You
Henry felt a bit distressed seeing this and gently pulled Tricia into his arms, comforting her silently.
He thought, 'Damn Tom, even in death, he still makes Tricia sad! This is the wife I had painstakingly wooed—no, married; I can't let a single word ruin everything.'
Feeling the warmth from Henry, Tricia gradually came to her senses. She wiped the tears from her face and said to Abigail, "I understand, thank you, Abigail. I've already let it go."
She just never thought she would hear an apology from Tom in her lifetime.
"Let the past stay in the past. I have a new life now, with Henry and our baby. I'm very happy and will continue to be happy." Tricia looked at Henry, her tear-filled eyes slowly curving into a smile.
She said, ''Henry's presence makes me realize that a relationship can't be forced; true love never causes grief or harm. This is what I want—unique affection and genuine love. I've found my destined home, so the past naturally doesn't matter as much anymore.''
Hearing Tricia's words, Henry finally felt relieved. His chest swelled with love, and he held Tricia tightly, as if trying to embed her into his own body.
Listening to the heartfelt confession on the other end of the phone, Abigail also felt relieved and smiled at Gregory.
Gregory held her in his arms and asked softly, "Feeling better now?"
Abigail nodded. "At first, I was worried that Tricia would lose control after hearing Tom's words. I didn't expect it to be my overthinking. This is good; I'm happier than anyone to see Tricia happy."
"We will be happy too." Gregory kissed Abigail's forehead, his deep voice full of sincerity.
Abigail said, "Yes, we will."
As soon as she nodded, Gregory took the phone from her hand, picked her up, and walked towards the bed. "It's late, time to rest."
She said, "Wait, Gregory, stop. Not tonight."
Abigail struggled in panic, but Gregory held her down and kissed her. "I need to make you happy too, or those other men out there will keep thinking about you."
Abigail couldn't help but laugh and cry at his words. "Why are you so easily jealous?"
Gregory pinched Abigail's rosy cheeks heavily, his eyes a bit resentful. "You don't know how tempting you are."
When Abigail acted coy, few men could resist.
Hearing this, Abigail's face couldn't help but blush, her clear eyes staring straight at Gregory. "Alright, just once."
With her consent, Gregory buried his face in Abigail's shoulder, gently kissing her skin and trailing kisses along her delicate collarbone. Keeping his promise, he cherished her and didn't want her to be tired. Despite their lovemaking, his desire only burned more fiercely.
Gregory held Abigail tightly, trapping her in his arms. Their bodies fit together perfectly, tightly pressed against each other.
Abigail could clearly feel the heat and passion emanating from Gregory's chest.
Her cheeks flushed, she nestled obediently in Gregory's arms, not daring to move, afraid of accidentally arousing his desire and causing uncontrollable consequences.
After a long time, Abigail heard Gregory sigh heavily before he released her and went to the bathroom. Soon, the sound of running water mixed with occasional muffled groans filled the air.
Listening to this, Abigail couldn't help but imagine Gregory standing under the shower, leaning against the wall to relieve his desire. Her face turned even redder.
She patted her flushed cheeks, pulled the blanket over her head, turned over, and tried not to listen.
Before long, sleepiness overcame her, and she fell asleep unknowingly.
When Gregory came out of the bathroom, Abigail was already asleep. Looking at the girl on the bed, breathing lightly with a flushed face, Gregory smiled slightly and lay down beside her.
Perhaps accidentally touching Abigail, her body trembled slightly, then she turned her back to Gregory and moved a bit further away.
Gregory, having taken a cold shower, was naturally cool.
Worried about passing the chill to Abigail, he stayed honestly on the other side of the bed. Only when his body temperature gradually warmed did he pull Abigail back into his arms, closing his eyes contentedly.
The next morning, Abigail woke up to find herself in Gregory's arms.
Gregory lay on his side, one arm under her head, the other casually draped over her waist.
His eyes were slightly closed, as if still asleep. His handsome face had lost its daytime coldness, replaced by an indescribable softness.
Abigail smiled and traced Gregory's face with her finger, moving from his eyebrows to his nose, his lips, and finally his Adam's apple.
Before Gregory opened his eyes, his Adam's apple moved first, and he grabbed Abigail's hand. "What are you doing?"
Caught red-handed, Abigail blinked innocently. "What are you talking about? I didn't do anything."
"Didn't do anything?" Gregory hummed lightly, then turned over, pressing Abigail beneath him.
Abigail exclaimed, laughing as she looked at him, "What are you doing?"
Gregory caught Abigail's slender hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed it, his tone somewhat meaningful. "So playful, seems like you have a lot of energy. Didn't get enough last night?"
Recalling last night's scene, Abigail's face instantly turned red. She glared at him coquettishly. "No more fooling around."
Gregory directly held her hand, slipping it under the blanket, all the way down until it stopped at his genitals. "Darling, it needs you."
Abigail fell silent.
Feeling the heat in her palm, Abigail quickly withdrew her hand in fright.
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