Chapter 86 You Were Meant to Be Mine
Abigail shivered, staring into Gregory's deep, dark eyes.He was so close, his handsome face almost touching hers.
If he moved just a bit, he could kiss her.
She quickly looked away, fear pushing down any other feelings, making her want to run.
But she forgot Gregory was still holding her hand tightly.
As she pulled back, Gregory, already half-bent, fell onto the sofa, pinning her beneath him.
Time seemed to freeze.
Everything went silent.
All they could hear were their racing heartbeats.
Gregory's fingers traced her cheek, his eyes filled with a love he'd hidden for years.
Abigail stared back, unsure what to do.
Then she felt his lips, cool and soft, on hers and realized how close they were.
She tried to push him away, but he sensed it, gripping her wrists and pinning them above her head.
Men always seem to have the upper hand in these situations.
At first, it was just their lips touching.
But Gregory wanted more, exploring her lips, prying her teeth open, deepening the kiss.
Abigail's initial struggle faded as she got lost in his tenderness.
For a moment, she thought, 'Let it be.'
From the moment she signed the marriage agreement, her fate was tied to Gregory's.
No matter how much she tried to avoid it, it was useless.
Just like today, she had planned to keep things formal with Gregory.
But how long had that lasted?
A bouquet of flowers, a kiss, and all her resolve vanished.
When the kiss ended, Gregory held her waist with one hand and propped himself up with the other, trapping her.
His usually calm eyes were stormy, his breathing chaotic.
His breath smelled of alcohol, and though Abigail hadn't drunk, she felt a bit intoxicated.
Gregory rubbed her lips with his thumb and said, "Abigail, I can tell you don't reject me."
Abigail blinked, her voice hoarse. "So what?"
Hearing her admit she had feelings for him, Gregory was thrilled but kept a calm facade. "So, don't avoid me, okay?"
Abigail pressed her lips together, not answering right away. Instead, she asked, "Mr. White, why are you so good to me?"
Gregory smiled slightly, his tone matter-of-fact. "You're my wife. Of course, I have to be good to you."
Abigail wanted to say that wasn't what she meant.
But then she thought, maybe Gregory wasn't wrong.
She said, frustrated, "That's not what I meant. Are you good to me just because we're married?"
The thought of Gregory being good to other girls made Abigail uncomfortable.
Gregory was taken aback by her question. He smiled, gently rubbing her head, gazing at her tenderly. "How could you think that? I'm good to you because you're you."
"Just because I'm me?" Abigail murmured.
Gregory nodded, his eyes deep, and kissed her again. "You were always meant to be mine, from the beginning to the end."
The statement puzzled Abigail, but before she could ask, Gregory kissed her again.
Her lips, soft and glistening from the previous kiss, looked even more tempting.
Gregory couldn't get enough.
Abigail went limp, lying on the sofa, not daring to move.
Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes misty, giving her an innocent yet seductive charm.
Gregory buried his face in her shoulder, gently rubbing his cheek against hers.
After a while, he stopped moving.
Abigail pushed him. "Mr. White?"
The response was steady, shallow breathing.
'Is he asleep?' Abigail felt helpless, pushing harder to get Gregory off her.
But he instinctively held her waist tightly, refusing to let go.
After a while, she was exhausted and out of strength.
If it weren't for his steady breathing, she would have thought Gregory was pretending to sleep.
When Gregory woke up, it was already light outside.
He rubbed his heavy head and felt someone in his arms.
Looking down, he saw Abigail sleeping soundly on his chest.
Her cheek was pressed against him, her small hand clutching his shirt.
Her nightgown was wrinkled, the neckline slipping down, revealing her delicate collarbone and shoulder.
Gregory quickly looked away, coughing lightly.
In her sleep, Abigail frowned, shifted, and buried her face in his chest, continuing to sleep.
Seeing her so dependent and trusting of him, Gregory's heart softened.
He gently kissed her head, careful not to wake her.
When Ralph came in, he saw this scene.He instinctively wanted to call out to Gregory, but Gregory put a finger to his lips, signaling him to stay quiet.
Ralph closed his mouth and quietly retreated.
Gregory carried Abigail to the bedroom, placed her on the bed, and quickly took a shower.
He had a good tolerance for alcohol, so he wasn't completely drunk last night.
He remembered many things, especially that intoxicating kiss.
He could feel Abigail had feelings for him, but something was always in the way.
Though he hadn't figured it out yet, he wouldn't back down.
The only lead now was Olivia.
Since Abigail didn't want to tell him, he would investigate himself.
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