Chapter 95 The Initiative in Having Sex
Abigail didn't answer right away but looked up at him.
"Mr. White, do you really want to date me?" she asked.
Gregory was taken aback for a second, then playfully knocked on her head. "What? Haven't I made it clear enough?"
He felt like he was practically wearing his heart on his sleeve, and she still had to ask.
Abigail rubbed her head, smiling despite the pain.
"Mr. White, another question. You're over thirty. Have you never had a girlfriend or slept with anyone?" she asked, curious.
Even though she often visited the White family, she barely interacted with Gregory. Most of what she knew about him were just rumors.
The idea of him liking other girls made her jealous, but she knew it was normal for a guy his age.
Gregory was surprised by her question. His expression turned serious, and he answered, "No, never."
In his heart, it had always been Abigail. Since she was born, she held a special place in his heart.
Growing up with parents who had a bad relationship, Gregory became a loner, sensitive to others' emotions.
He could sense his father's disdain, his mother's guilt, Elaine's wariness, and people's hidden agendas. So, he avoided people.
Just when he thought he was used to being alone, Abigail came into his life like a ray of sunshine, lighting up his world.
She was someone he wanted to protect with his life.
Abigail looked surprised and asked, "What about Olivia?"
"Olivia shows up a lot, but I've never responded to her, and I never will," Gregory said, gently caressing Abigail's cheek. His deep voice was cold but convincing.
Abigail's mood lifted, and she smiled. "One last question, have you ever liked anyone before? Be honest."
She trusted Gregory but couldn't understand why Olivia said those things.
'Did Mr. White ever like another woman? If so, who?' she thought.
She had avoided this question for a long time, afraid of the answer. But after today, she couldn't ignore it anymore. It was better to ask directly than to overthink.
Abigail was tense, her hands clenched, waiting for Gregory's answer.
Gregory's expression was hard to read, and he stayed silent for a long time.
If he told her, Abigail might not believe it and could even be scared. If he didn't, she might retreat into her shell.
He exhaled slowly, wrapped his arms around her waist, pulled her close, pressed his forehead against hers, and looked into her eyes seriously.
Abigail was startled by his sudden move. Before she could react, she heard Gregory say, "Yes, it's you, my Abigail."
For ten years, his heart had only beaten for her. Past, present, or future, she was his one and only.
Abigail's eyes widened in surprise, her cheeks turning red. Just as she was about to speak, Gregory kissed her again, cutting her off.
She struggled to breathe, pushing weakly against his chest.
Gregory finally released her lips, held her tightly, and kissed her forehead.
Abigail glared at him, pretending to be mad. "Mr. White, no more kissing!"
Gregory laughed, "Are you mad?"
Abigail tried to wriggle free. "You said I had the final say. I haven't agreed to let you kiss me!"
Gregory smirked, "You decide on other matters."
When it came to intimacy, he had the final say. It was a matter of pride.
Abigail glared at him again. "Gregory, you big liar!"
Gregory laughed even more. Even angry, she looked beautiful.
He wanted to kiss her again but held back. Too much of a good thing was bad.
He held her hand and said, "There should be one more rule—Gregory has the final say in explanations."
Abigail, still angry, leaned over and bit his neck.
Gregory gasped at the slight pain, feeling his body react.
His forehead veins throbbed. He grabbed her hand and said, "Don't move!"
Abigail blinked in confusion, sensing the danger in his tone. She stayed still, leaning against his chest, waiting for him to let go.
After about ten minutes, Gregory finally exhaled and released her.
"Mr. White, are you okay?" Abigail asked.
Gregory smiled bitterly and shook his head. "I'm fine, just need to rest a bit."
Facing the woman he loved every day but not being able to touch her was torture.
Knowing he wouldn't say more, Abigail stopped asking. She leaned back, her eyes fixed on him.
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
