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“Well, I’ll come back to you when you can marry me and take me to the Foster residence with pride.” Abigail’s eyes glistened with unshed tears. “It doesn’t matter how long it takes. I’ll wait.”
Jeffrey looked at her. “Since I’ve brought you back, I have no intention of letting you go again.
She slowly got off the hospital bed and walked over to him. She wrapped her arms around his strong waist, resting her head on his chest.
“Jeff, every time people call me a mistress, I wonder if I should just own it. I can’t keep pretending there’s nothing between us.”
With that, she tilted her head up, her gaze locked on his lips. Her eyes sparkled with desire.
“I’ve always wanted to give myself to you completely,” Abigail whispered, standing on her tiptoes. “So… what do you say? Let’s do it now, right here.”
She moved closer to his lips. “Please don’t reject me, Jeff. I don’t care about anything else—
only you.”
She closed her eyes, leaning in to kiss him.
But all she felt was empty space. She opened her eyes in disappointment, watching as Jeffrey turned away.
“Ab, we’ve already come this far. You shouldn’t throw everything away now.” He gently placed his hand on her shoulder, pushing her back. “In less than a month, we’ll be able to be together openly.”
“But what about your family-” She hesitated.
He interrupted, “Don’t worry. I’ll handle it.”
Her eyes were filled with sadness. “Am I not attractive to you? Or do you not want me at all? Maybe you see me as a debt of gratitude because I saved your life, and that’s all there is to it.”
“Ab, how could you think that?”
“You’ve been with Natalie, but you won’t even touch me. How could I not think about it?” Abigail’s emotions flared.
“She has even carried your child. What about me? I want to have your children too.” She grabbed Jeffrey’s shirt. “That’s right, children. If I get pregnant, the Foster family will accept me because of the baby. Let’s start trying now. If everything goes well, we could-”
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He interrupted again, “Ab, calm down.”
Abigail gritted her teeth and said nothing. She slowly started to unbutton her hospital gown. The loose gown slid off her shoulders, revealing her fair skin, delicate collarbones, and proud
curves…
Just as the gown was about to fall to the ground, Jeffrey quickly grabbed it and draped it back
over her.
“There’s no rush,” he said, re–buttoning the gown. “I cherish you, and that’s why I don’t want to rush things with you.”
She had already gone this far, but she still couldn’t get what she wanted. It seemed she’d have to try something else. She knew drugging him would be too obvious and easily traced back. It wasn’t worth the risk.
When was a man’s willpower weakest? When he was drunk.
She thought she’d pick a night, get him drunk, and then slip into something sexy… That would surely do the trick.
Jeffrey pulled his hand back, carefully tucking her hair behind her ear. “I’m heading to the office now. Rest up, drink more water, and take care of your voice.”
“Okay, Jeff… I’ll miss you.” She reluctantly walked him to the door of the ward. As she watched him leave, her expression darkened.
People in the hallway shot her disdainful looks, but she didn’t care.
Just then, her phone buzzed unexpectedly. She opened the unread message and saw that it was from Chandler.
“I’ve figured out the first step to help you marry Jeffrey. Just do as I say, and everything will work out.”
She tightened her grip on the phone and slowly smiled as she replied, “Got it.”
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