Chapter 158 I'd Be Proud to Have Such an Amazing Wife
After cleaning up the storage room, it was already past nine at night.
Abigail was beat and didn't wanna move from the couch.
Gregory pulled her into his arms and started massaging her shoulders. "You look wiped out. Should've hired a maid to help out."
Seeing Abigail leaning on his shoulder, eyes closed, Gregory felt a pang of heartache.
Hearing this, Abigail's lips curled into a faint smile. "Just a bit tired, but super happy. Kayla lied, saying my mom's stuff was tossed. So glad to have it back."
Gregory lowered his head and gently kissed her forehead.
Suddenly remembering something, he asked, "What's the plan with the DM Group?"
Abigail stretched her slender arms around Gregory's neck and smiled. "Gonna take back all the shares. Can't let mom's hard work go to waste."
But she was still a bit worried 'cause David had always been wary of her since she was a kid.
David was scared she inherited Michelle's business smarts, so he never let her get involved in the company.
Abigail was afraid she wouldn't do well.
Gregory gently stroked her face, his deep voice full of tenderness. "Don't stress, you got me. I'm the president of the White Group. Need help? Just ask."
Abigail opened her eyes and nodded firmly. "Mr. White, aren't you scared I'll run the company so well it'll beat the White Group?"
Gregory laughed. "I'd love to see that."
Abigail raised an eyebrow and asked, "If that day comes, will you be bummed 'cause I'm better than you?"
Gregory knew she was thinking about David and Michelle again, and his heart ached.
He said firmly, "Nope, I'd be proud to have such an amazing wife."
Looking into Gregory's deep eyes, Abigail's heart softened.
When they got home, it was already past ten.
Gregory pulled Abigail upstairs and said, "You go shower first. I'll get the chef to whip up some food. You must be starving after all that work."
Abigail nodded, grabbed her clothes, and headed to the bathroom.
Gregory ordered a few dishes from the chef and then went into the guest bathroom.
When Abigail came out of the shower, she noticed her computer seemed to have been moved and frowned.
But hardly anyone came into their room. Gregory was a neat freak and didn't like others touching his stuff.
Apart from the maid who cleaned and changed the sheets daily, almost no one came in.
And nothing was missing from the computer; it was still in the same state as when she last closed it.
Could she have remembered wrong?
At that moment, Gregory pushed the door open and said, "Abigail, dinner's ready. Come down and eat."
"Okay, coming." Abigail put her thoughts aside and walked out of the room.
After dinner, Abigail and Gregory lay in bed together. She curiously asked, "Did you give the asset list to Stephen? What did he say?"
Gregory's well-defined hand stroked Abigail's back.
He said, "Stephen didn't say much, but Andy called me, saying Stephen had a fight with Elaine after he got home, and Elaine moved out."
Abigail rested her cheek on his chest and gently rubbed it. "Hey, Mr. White, why don't we bring Mom to live with us? She's super lonely living alone."
Gregory gently shook his head. "Mom wouldn't go for it. Don't worry, she's tougher than she looks."
Grace had been through so much in her youth; this was nothing to her.
Abigail sighed softly and said, "Alright, then let's visit her every week and spend more time with her."
"Deal." Gregory lowered his head and kissed Abigail on the forehead. "Now, get some sleep."
The next morning, Abigail got up early, had a quick breakfast, and headed to Aramore University.
Today was a big day; she needed to submit her graduation design draft.
She said goodbye to Gregory, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him on the lips. "Mr. White, wish me luck."
Even though Abigail usually aced her classes, this was her graduation design, and she had to nail it.
The department had set up a conference where each student had to get on stage and explain their design concept.
In a few days, there'd be a graduation defense, making it the busiest time.
Gregory wanted to drop Abigail off, but he had a meeting and couldn't make it.
He said, "Call me when you're done, and I'll come pick you up."
Abigail nodded, waved at him, and got into the car.
Half an hour later, the car stopped at the entrance of Aramore University.
Abigail carried her computer and entered the lecture hall.
It was still early, and only half the students had arrived. Abigail picked a seat in the middle and saved one for Tricia.
But knowing Tricia, she should've been there by now.
Today, though, the teacher had already entered the classroom, and she was late.
Seeing Tricia panting, Abigail quickly handed her a tissue. "Why are you so late? Traffic jam?"
Tricia shook her head lightly, her cheeks flushed for some reason.
Tricia replied, "No, I actually got here early, but something else came up."
Abigail looked at her suspiciously, her eyes full of scrutiny.
Tricia, feeling nervous under her gaze, swallowed hard. "What's wrong? Is there something on my face?" She quickly reached up to touch her face.
Abigail slowly leaned closer, staring at her face without blinking.
Tricia got even more flustered and leaned back. "Abigail, what are you doing?"
Abigail said, "You better spill what you were really up to."
Tricia's eyes flickered, and she smiled guiltily. "I didn't go anywhere."
"Tricia, don't lie to me. Spill it!" Abigail urged.
Under Abigail's questioning, Tricia's cheeks turned even redder, and she couldn't help but laugh foolishly. "I just went to the school clinic and got the contact info of the school doctor."
The school doctor Tricia mentioned was the one who treated her sprained ankle last time.
Abigail showed a knowing expression. "No wonder I felt something was up last time. You really like that school doctor."
Facing her teasing gaze, Tricia got even more embarrassed.
She glared at Abigail playfully, covered her flushed cheeks with her hands, and whispered, "Don't talk nonsense. It's just a little crush!"
"Alright, I got it. You just have a crush, not quite to the point of liking." Seeing her embarrassment, Abigail smiled helplessly.
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