Chapter 173 Met a Long Time Ago
Tricia shot a quick look at Tom, her cheeks turning even redder. "I can't believe it either. I didn't sleep at all last night; it felt like a dream."
Ever since her last injury, she and Tom had stayed in touch.
Over time, their conversations got better and better, and their feelings for each other grew stronger.
Finally, last night, she asked Tom out and told him how she felt.
She never thought she'd have a chance, thinking she wasn't good enough for someone as amazing as Tom.
But to her surprise, he said yes!
She couldn't describe the shock she felt at that moment, and just like that, they were together.
Abigail, hearing this, found it hard to believe too.
But seeing Tricia so happy, she genuinely wanted to wish her well.
"No matter what, I'm glad you found your happiness," Abigail said.
Tricia covered her cheeks, nodding shyly. "Thank you!"
She looked every bit like a girl who had just fallen in love.
While things were all warm and fuzzy on one side, the mood was getting tense on the other.
Henry glared at Tom, his face stern and suspicious. "Who let you in? Are you following us?"
Tom, dressed in a sharp white suit with perfectly styled hair, looked every bit the gentleman.
He slowly curled his lips into a smile and said, "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm here to have dinner with my girlfriend. I didn't know you all would be here."
Henry sneered, "Who knows if you're telling the truth? Didn't I tell you before not to show up in front of me again?"
Tom stayed calm, a smile still on his face. "Mr. Clark, being so guarded against me might make people think you're scared of me."
"Scared of you? What a joke!" Henry was furious and stood up from his chair.
The chair scraped against the floor, making a harsh sound that caught Abigail and Tricia's attention.
Abigail turned her head, blinking in confusion. "What's going on?"
How did the room get so awkward so quickly?
Gregory looked up and gave Henry a warning glance, signaling him not to act rashly.
Henry, though unwilling, quickly calmed down and said, "It's nothing, Abigail. Come over and have a seat."
Abigail looked at him, then at Gregory, her curiosity growing.
She noticed that Gregory's mood was off.
Even though he hadn't said much and was still serving her food as usual, his expression remained gloomy.
But with so many people around, she couldn't ask directly and had to keep her doubts to herself.
Henry and Quinn also looked displeased, especially Henry, who kept glaring at Tom.
Even while eating, he was gnashing his teeth, as if he were eating Tom instead of food.
In contrast, Tom's expression remained calm, with a constant gentle and appropriate smile, making it hard to find any fault.
Halfway through the meal, Gregory suddenly leaned over and whispered in her ear, "I'm going to the restroom. You keep eating."
Abigail obediently nodded. "Okay, you go ahead."
Gregory reached out and patted Abigail's head before leaving the private room.
After a while, Tom also made an excuse and went out.
Henry watched Tom walk away and couldn't help but snort, muttering, "What a poser."
Tricia suddenly looked up, frowning. "Mr. Clark, do you know my boyfriend?"
Henry denied it instantly. "Of course not. I just have a strong sense of justice. I can't stand pretentious people."
Tricia's face turned awkward, and she didn't know what to say.
Abigail lightly coughed and warned in a low voice, "Henry, be polite. He's Tricia's boyfriend, after all."
"Abigail, you're scolding me!" Henry immediately looked hurt. "Fine, for Abigail's sake, I won't hold it against him for now!"
He was so "forgiving" that he wouldn't bother with Tom.
In the restroom, Gregory was washing his hands when Tom walked in and stopped behind him.
Hearing the footsteps, Gregory slowly raised his head. Through the mirror, he saw who it was. "What's up?"
Hearing his cold tone, Tom's lips curved slightly. "Long time no see, brother."
Gregory's brows furrowed, and his eyes turned cold. "I'm not your brother. Don't call me that."
Tom smiled. "No matter how much you deny it, it doesn't change the fact, does it?"
"Tom, what do you want?" Gregory turned around, looking at him sharply.
Tom took a step forward, staring intently at Gregory, his words carrying a hint of danger. "Brother, you haven't changed a bit over the years."
"You, on the other hand, have changed a lot. More hypocritical than before." Gregory pulled a tissue from the wall, wiped his hands clean, and tossed it into the trash.
Tom leaned against the sink, arms crossed, smiling even more. "Thanks for the compliment. I think so too."
Gregory gave him a faint look and then turned to leave.
"Brother," Tom called out.
Gregory paused, slowly turning his head. "Anything else?"
"Your wife is very beautiful. Your taste hasn't changed at all, and you're very consistent," Tom said.
Hearing him mention Abigail, Gregory's eyes sharpened, and he walked back to him, warning in a low voice, "I don't care why you're back, but Abigail is off-limits."
Tom said, "Don't be so tense. What could I possibly do to her?"
Gregory sneered, "You'd better not, or don't blame me for taking action against you."
Having said what he needed to say, Gregory left the restroom without looking back.
When he returned to the private room, Abigail curiously asked, "Why did it take so long? The food is getting cold."
He smiled and explained, "Something came up and took some time."
Abigail stared at him for a while, sensing he had something on his mind.
She lowered her voice and asked, "Do you know Tom?"
Gregory pondered for a moment, then nodded. "Sort of. We had some history, but it's all in the past now."
Abigail listened, half understanding, and soon forgot about it as Henry interrupted.
After dinner, they said their goodbyes at the hotel entrance.
Henry, having drunk a lot, looked tipsy and said, "Abigail, if you ever need me, just ask. Don't hesitate. We're Gregory's best friends."
A warm feeling surged in Abigail's heart, and she smiled and nodded. "Okay, I will."
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