Chapter 7 George is Impotent

Abigail furrowed her brows and lowered her head to conceal her emotions. What George had said in the company had become a thorn in her heart and made her unable to regain her composure.

He did not want to see her. Why had he come back?

She wished he would not show up in the house for ten or twenty years!

In a bad mood, she carried her bag and went upstairs in slippers.

She had never thought about sharing the same room with George and had been living in the secondary bedroom for almost three years.

After putting her bag aside, she wanted to take a shower. However, when she opened the wardrobe, she was surprised to find that it was empty inside.

She was horrified.

She hurried to run out of the room and almost bumped into George, who was leaning against the door of the master bedroom next to the other bedroom. The man had taken off his suit and got changed into a cozy housecoat.

With the light of the chandelier softly spread over the man's face, his facial features appeared softer and warmer than they usually were. He looked like an oil painting, giving off a peaceful, fine vibe.

However, it was all an illusion. The moment George opened his mouth, he instantly ruined her imagination.

With a glance up and down at Abigail, George's gaze fixed on her slippers, which had a baby face on it. Then he commented in a mean way, "If a person's personality is awful, so is her taste."

Abigail scoffed back, "Exactly. If my taste was not that bad, I wouldn't have married you."

In fact, the marriage between the couple was forced by their elders. Abigail regretted that she had not rejected it in the first place. Otherwise, she would not have to bear his mocking.

She stopped pocketing an insult and fought back, making George speechless.

The man snorted expressionlessly, straightened up, and came over to the woman.

The back of the man's foot was still aching due to the woman's attack with her high heel.

Abigail stepped to one side vigilantly, "What do you want..."

"They're ugly as hell. I wonder how Grandpa has selected you?" After a disgusted glance at the woman's slippers, George narrowed his eyes, said something ill-mannered, and then turned to leave.

Abigail pouted in exasperation, remembering what she had come out of the room for when the emotion had passed. She jogged to catch up with George, asking, "Why have you come back today? Do you have any idea where my clothes..."

Upon hearing her question, the look in George's eyes went cold, and he paused his pace.

Abigail had not expected the man would stop and then hit her head on his sturdy back.

Due to the impact, the woman's hairpin fell off. She hurried to pick it up. As she bent down, her breasts were half-exposed, and the man saw them clearly.

George tilted his head, the expression on his face becoming gloomier.

"Your stuff has been packed up and sent to my apartment. You don't know about that?"

In fact, this was why the man had returned to the villa. He had accepted his grandfather to force him to marry Abigail. However, he could not put up with the woman living in his apartment.

He felt confused about why his grandfather had been under an obsession with Abigail. Could it be that she had been playing scheming tricks all the time to manipulate the older man?

"What did you say?" Abigail stopped to pick up her hairpin, stood up to look at the man, wishing that she was hallucinating.

The man decided that the woman was pretending, ignored her, and turned to go downstairs.

Abigail, however, could not come back to her senses in a while.

She wondered, "Why has my stuff been packed up and sent to his apartment?"

As a horrible possibility occurred to her, Abigail panicked all of a sudden.

...

During dinner, when Oliver told Abigail in a commanding tone that she would begin to live in George's apartment in the future, the last hope in her mind got shattered.

Without waiting for George's rebuttal, Abigail asked with a meek smile as usual, "Grandpa, are you kicking me out because I've been too noisy for you?"

Upon seeing the sweet, tender expression on the woman's face while she was talking to his grandfather, a trace of coldness flashed across George's eyes.

Oliver laughed, then set his lips in a grim line, and turned to George, saying, "You've been married for so long and haven't make a baby for the family. I've decided that I am not going to let this continue."

"Those who don't know George might even think that he is impotent."