Chapter 105 The Unreliable Mr. White
After Grace gave the green light, Elaine threw a big birthday bash.
She booked two floors at the Maple Leaf Manor Hotel and invited a bunch of famous families and celebs from Aramore.
With a packed schedule, Elaine was on her feet non-stop. She was exhausted but kept smiling.
This was her first big event since marrying into the White family.
They'd had parties before, but Andy always handled them.
While it saved her some hassle, she felt Andy didn't take her events seriously and was always out to get her.
If Andy knew, he'd definitely disagree.
Except for George, the Whites were pretty low-key.
Even for Grace's birthday, it was usually just a small gathering of close friends at home.
As for Gregory, he never had a birthday party.
He was a recluse, always busy with work unless it was business.
So, Elaine was the flashy one in the family.
For her birthdays, she'd book the Maple Leaf Manor Hotel, wear the priciest custom dresses, and deck herself out in the most expensive jewelry, enjoying top-notch luxury.
Elaine handed the guest list to Andy and said, "You need to deliver these personally to show our family's courtesy."
Ralph nodded respectfully, took the invites, and left.
With that task out of the way, Elaine sat back on the sofa and told the servant, "Bring me some fruit and coffee. Can't you find something to do? What's the point of keeping you around?"
The servant, not daring to talk back, quickly went to the kitchen to prepare the fruit and coffee.
Since Grace let Elaine host her own birthday banquet, Elaine had been on cloud nine.
She became even more demanding of the servants in the White family residence.
Whenever she gave orders, she'd raise her chin arrogantly and look down on them.
Though they were paid to work, they couldn't help but feel uncomfortable.
In the kitchen, the servants' faces darkened as they gossiped about Elaine.
One young maid muttered, "She's so full of herself. And it's just a banquet. If Roman inherits the White Group, she'll be even more unbearable!"
The other maid nervously glanced outside and nudged her, "Stop talking, or you'll get overheard."
The young maid shut up and quickened her pace.
After a while, she whispered, "Now I get why Mrs. Grace prefers Abigail. She's always so gentle and kind to us."
Abigail, the one being praised, had no clue she was being discussed.
After Grace's health improved, she and Gregory moved back home.
As soon as she got home, Abigail lay down on her comfy bed and sighed, "Home is the best!"
Gregory took off his suit jacket, placed it on the sofa, and smiled, "You've worked hard taking care of Mom. Take a good rest for the next few days. I'll get you a leave from school."
Abigail opened her eyes and teased, "Mr. White, you're abusing your power to help me skip classes!"
Gregory didn't mind. He sat on the edge of the bed, took Abigail's hand, and held it in his palm.
"You've already learned everything you need to. Going to class now is just a waste of time," he said casually.
Abigail smiled, "Mr. White, if your old teachers heard that, they'd be furious."
But she agreed. She'd already mastered her professional knowledge.
Gregory raised an eyebrow, "They wouldn't care. I was already running the company and busy when I was in school. I only showed up once a semester, at graduation."
For many, school was just a step to get a job. As the CEO of a top company, school wasn't that crucial for him.
Abigail saw his point and felt a bit envious. Some people were just born into success.
Gregory's lips curved into a smile. He leaned in and kissed her cheek, "By marrying me, you've also achieved success. My wealth is your wealth."
Abigail's heart skipped a beat. She looked away, smiling, "I don't want that. I want to achieve my own value through my efforts."
Because of Michelle, she didn't want her life to be just about love. She wanted a career, friends, dreams, and pursuits.
She might not earn more than Gregory, but she didn't want to be a full-time housewife either.
Gregory respected her wishes but was curious about her future plans.
She seemed quiet and gentle but knew a lot—piano, violin, eight languages, and she had studied finance and journalism. She was more capable than he had imagined.
Abigail wrapped her arms around his neck, a playful glint in her eyes, "Want to know what job I want? Take a guess."
Gregory chuckled, lowered his head, and kissed her, "No matter what you choose, one thing will never change—you will always be my Mrs. White."
Abigail's eyes widened at the sudden kiss.
When it ended, she glared at him, "Can't you be serious for once?"
Gregory smiled indulgently, "Kissing my wife isn't serious business?"
"Not serious at all!" she retorted.
"I can be even less serious. Want to try me?" he teased.
Abigail's cheeks turned red. She quickly broke free and fled to the bathroom.
Watching her flee, Gregory shook his head. They had kissed so many times, yet she still wasn't used to it.
He decided he needed to be even more passionate.
In the following days, Abigail noticed Gregory become increasingly more affectionate.
He'd kiss her anytime of the day—in the morning, at night, when he came home, even during meals.
His previously cold demeanor had completely vanished.
Abigail was always shy because the servants and Ralph often saw their affectionate moments.
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