Chapter 510
Zoe had to take the day off to rush her grandson to the hospital because he had a fever.
The house, bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun, was unusually quiet, so quiet that even the sound of one’s heartbeat seemed amplified.
There was this ambiguous atmosphere, creeping up like ivy, making my breathing tense. I nudged him, “Are you… are you hungry? I could make us some dinner…”
“Yeah, I’m starved.”
Gregory’s brown eyes simmered with a fervent glow. In an instant, his strong hand gently cradled the back of my head, his body silently pressing closer.
The intimacy between us grew, the ambiguous tension fermenting and spreading.
My heart pounded like a drum!
The crisp, cool scent of mint lingered at the tip of my nose, followed by his husky voice, “But I’m not in the mood for dinner.”
His breathing slowed, and as he lowered his head, his warm lips met mine, electrifying. His kisses were wild, ravenous, as if he intended to devour me whole, accompanied by soft, almost imperceptible swallowing noises.
Unsatisfied, his hands eagerly slid the zipper of my dress aside, his cool fingertips sending shivers down my spine as they enveloped me suddenly. My senses sharpened instantly.
The kissing continued.
Even the air felt thinner.
As he explored further, I instinctively stepped back, along with my entire body.
Almost falling backwards, I heard a low laugh escape his throat as he firmly wrapped his arms around my waist. In a whirl, he flipped our positions, pinning me down on the couch. I could feel his anticipation.
With my eyes sparkling from the kisses, I looked up at him playfully and teased, “Gregory, are you really going to be this bold in broad daylight?”
“It’s not being bold.”
He kissed the corner of my eye, his fingers weaving through my hair, “I’m just fulfilling my boyfriend duties.”
I gazed at him, a light smile on my lips, “But you know, even between boyfriends and
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girlfriends, it has to be consensual, right?”
He smiled, “Then, may I ask, Mrs. Ford, do you consent?”
“Who’s Mrs. Ford here!”
Not even a proposal, and he’s already changing titles, no chance!
Gregory, “Then, may I ask, the future Mrs. Ford, do you consent?”
“I…” Just as I was about to say yes, my stomach embarrassingly growled.
Rushing to meet a design deadline, I had barely munched on an apple for lunch, feeling quite hungry now.
Gregory looked down at me, “Hungry, aren’t you?”
Getting his teasing, my cheeks burned with embarrassment, and I shot him a glare, “Can’t I be hungry?”
He sighed, resigning himself as he picked me up, “Didn’t have a proper lunch?”
Knowing he was concerned about my health made me feel a bit guilty, mumbling, “Too busy, didn’t have time.”
Gregory, “Risking your life for money.”
I glanced at him, “Aren’t you the same?”
When he’s busy, it’s to an even greater extent.
He wanted to reclaim the Ford family’s legacy, to make it possible for me to legitimately
become Mrs. Ford.
To protect me and look after his family.
And me…
I wanted to do everything in my power to offer him a safety net.
Even though my Janedream is far from matching the Ford Group, I’m trying.
Gregory watched me intently, as if he understood my unspoken words, then stood up, chuckling, “Silly.”
“I’ll cook.”
“I should do it.”
I quickly grabbed him, “After being hungry all day, I don’t want to be forced to take another shower.”
I still vividly remembered the last time he cooked.