Chapter 184 Did You Miss Me
Gregory sighed, "After George died, my mom paid off his lovers and illegitimate kids to make sure they stayed out of our lives."
Abigail looked puzzled. "So why did Tom come back?"
She knew from Tom's resume that he had gone abroad for school and only returned after graduating.
Gregory gripped the steering wheel tighter. "Tom didn't take the money. His mom wanted to, but he said he carried the White family blood and would come back someday."
Abigail went quiet, not sure what to say. She could tell Gregory was feeling pretty down.
Anyone would feel crappy when old wounds got reopened.
She thought for a moment, then put her hand on Gregory's and gently patted it. "It's all in the past. You and your mom have a great future ahead."
Gregory squeezed her hand and smiled. "I'm okay, just a bit nostalgic."
As for what Tom was up to, Gregory still didn't know.
There wasn't any real bad blood between them, so even if Tom came back, there was no need to be overly worried.
Abigail said, a bit concerned, "Maybe I shouldn't hire him. Something feels off. He was doing fine as a school doctor, why the sudden career change?"
Gregory shook his head. "No need for that. Your company needs a talented designer like Tom. Giving him a chance won't hurt."
Abigail didn't say anything but kept thinking about whether Tom should stay.
The next morning, Abigail called a meeting with Caspian and Atticus. They both agreed to keep Tom.
Abigail couldn't find a reason to refuse, so she said, "Let's give him a three-month probation period and decide after that."
She didn't want to assume the worst about Tom, especially since he was Tricia's boyfriend.
But since it involved Gregory and Grace, she had to be careful.
Once the decision was made, Atticus started drafting the contract and notified Tom to report in.
Tom's position was high, leading other designers in creating the new season's fashion designs.
After he joined, Abigail had the design department's surveillance footage pulled.
She watched for a long time and saw that Tom was always working hard.
She felt a bit relieved and decided to keep an eye on him.
During lunch, she ran into Tom on her way to the company cafeteria.
Tom didn't avoid her and greeted her cheerfully, "Ms. Martin, heading to lunch? Do you want to join me?"
Abigail frowned and was about to refuse when Susan blushed and agreed. "Sure, I know the best dishes in the cafeteria. You have to try them, Tom."
Tom thanked her politely, "I'll take you up on that. And just call me Tom. Mr. White sounds too formal."
He was so charming that it was hard not to like him, quickly making Susan and a few other girls blush.
Abigail couldn't help but be impressed by Tom's people skills.
But she still couldn't fully trust him and decided to keep watching.
If he had any bad intentions for DM, she wouldn't tolerate it, even if he was Tricia's boyfriend.
While she was lost in thought, Tom suddenly moved a bit closer.
Abigail could clearly smell a faint pine scent on him.
"Abigail, do you have some kind of prejudice against me?" Tom asked.
"What?" Abigail was momentarily taken aback by his question.
Tom's lips held a faint smile as he continued, "Nothing, I just feel like you've been deliberately keeping your distance from me."
Abigail frowned slightly and replied, "You know I'm married; I should keep my distance from other men."
Tom didn't expect that answer.
He stared at Abigail for a moment, then leaned in close to her ear, his breath warm. "Gregory is really lucky to have married such a smart, beautiful, and loyal wife like you. I'm a bit jealous."
He was so close that his breath brushed against Abigail's ear.
Abigail couldn't help but step back half a step, looking at him warily, and asked, "What are you trying to do? Have you forgotten that you're Tricia's boyfriend now?"
Tom raised his hand, tugged at his collar, and smiled, "Yes, but you probably don't know that I first noticed you. I didn't expect Gregory to get to you first, so I had to give up."
Abigail stared at him, clearly seeing the coldness in his eyes.
She suddenly reached out and pushed Tom away forcefully, warning him sternly, "Tricia is a good girl. No matter what your intentions are, you shouldn't hurt her. If you dare to bully her, I won't let you off."
Tom stumbled and leaned against the elevator wall, his tone lazy and casual. "Don't worry, I wouldn't hurt her. It's just that I feel unwilling. Do you know how I've lived these past years?"
Abigail didn't say anything; the Tom in front of her made her instinctively feel danger.
She didn't know what kind of terrifying soul was hidden beneath his gentle and steady exterior.
Just as she was about to say something, Susan suddenly walked over. "Ms. Martin, Tom, we're heading over."
Abigail nodded to them, and she left with them without looking at Tom again.
She needed to think carefully about how to handle Tom.
If he were just an ordinary employee, she could simply fire him.
But Tom was crucial to the design department and highly valued by Caspian.
If she rashly dismissed him, she wouldn't be able to find a replacement quickly, and she couldn't explain it to Caspian.
Perhaps knowing this, Tom was so brazen in revealing his true self.
Abigail felt a headache coming on and hurriedly ate a few bites before returning to her office.
She was about to lie down on the sofa for a nap when her phone suddenly rang. It was a video call from Gregory.
Abigail quickly sat up, tidied her hair and clothes, and answered the call.
Gregory's handsome face appeared on the screen, his eyes filled with a smile. "Abigail, have you finished lunch?"
Seeing him, the gloom in Abigail's heart dissipated significantly, and she couldn't help but smile. "Yes, I just finished and was about to rest for a bit."
Gregory leaned back in his plush leather office chair, his intense gaze locked on her as if he couldn't get his fill. "What am I supposed to do? It's only been a morning, and I already can't stop thinking about you."
Faced with such an unabashed expression of love, Abigail's cheeks couldn't help but turn red.
Gregory admired her blushing, shy face and continued to ask, "Abigail, do you miss me?"
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