Chapter 208 Drowning Sorrows in Alcohol
Gregory raised an eyebrow and asked, "What kind of girl are we talking about? Have we met her? Why haven't you mentioned her before?"
Henry's eyes flickered, and he stammered, not daring to say the girl's name. "You probably don't know her. Anyway, we broke up, and I feel like crap. I'm not going home sober tonight!"
Gregory was quiet for a moment before saying, "You've dated a lot of women over the years, but I've never seen you like this."
Quinn nodded in agreement. "Yeah, same here."
As he spoke, he pulled out his phone from his suit pocket and aimed it at Henry. Henry noticed and looked up, confused. "What are you doing?"
Quinn grinned, "Just taking a few pics for the memories. You don't look like this often; it needs to be documented."
True friends always captured each other's embarrassing moments to bring up and laugh about every now and then.
Henry stayed silent for a moment before bursting out, "Quinn Worthington! Are you serious? Have I been too nice to you before? Now you dare to make fun of me!"
Henry was so mad he gritted his teeth and threw a pillow at Quinn.
Quinn caught it with a smile and said softly, "Alright, I won't joke with you anymore. It's just a breakup. What's the big deal?"
Henry glared at him and muttered, "Easy for you to say. You're not the one hurting!"
Quinn shook his head, amused, picked up a bottle of wine, and poured a glass for Henry. "Drink up."
Henry was still mad, snorted, and downed the glass in one go.
After a few rounds of drinks, Henry suddenly realized something was off. He turned to Gregory, who was quietly drinking alone, and looked puzzled.
"Wait a minute, Gregory, aren't you usually at home with Abigail around this time, refusing to go out?" Henry asked.
Since Gregory got married, his drinking outings had become less frequent.
The reason was always the same: "I need to be with my wife."
Henry and Quinn all complained that Gregory neglected his friends once he got married. But Gregory didn't care and even proudly said, "Who needs to hang out with friends when you have a wife?"
His smug attitude was simply unbearable.
Gregory sighed and said helplessly, "Abigail went to be with her good friend."
Henry's brow furrowed, and he tightened his grip on the wine glass. "Good friend? Tricia?"
When he asked this, he was so nervous that he subconsciously held his breath, yet he tried to appear calm and nonchalant.
Gregory didn't notice his odd behavior and nodded. "Yeah, Tricia went through a breakup. Abigail didn't want her to be alone at night, so she went to be with her."
"She went through a breakup? Really?" Henry suddenly stood up from the sofa, his eyes full of shock, with a hint of excitement and joy.
Gregory found his reaction strange but still nodded. "Yeah, Tom approached her with bad intentions. Now that he can't get anything from her, she's lost her value to him."
Henry slowly clenched his fists, the veins on the back of his hand bulging, and his knuckles cracking. He cursed to himself, 'Tom, that bastard. The girl I can't have is being played like a pawn! I won't let him off easily!'
Gregory glanced at Henry, deep in thought.
Meanwhile, Abigail and Tricia had almost stayed up all night. They hadn't had a good old-fashioned sleepover in ages, chatting about work, TV shows, gossip, and the latest fashion.
By dawn, they finally crashed for a quick nap.
When the alarm went off, Abigail woke up. She nudged the still-sleeping Tricia. "Tricia, get up, you're gonna be late for work!"
Abigail had a morning meeting to catch!
Tricia mumbled something, shifted a bit, and went back to sleep.
Abigail laughed and yanked her up. "Come on, get up, it's time for work. Don't want to get your pay docked!"
At the mention of "pay," Tricia shot up, got ready in record time, grabbed her bag, and rushed out. Abigail followed, laughing.
When they got downstairs, they saw two luxury cars.
One was Gregory's, and the other looked familiar, maybe Henry's?
Abigail and Tricia exchanged surprised glances. Abigail asked, "What are you guys doing here?"
Gregory got out, took Abigail's bag, and opened the passenger door for her. "To pick you up."
Abigail leaned in close to Gregory and sniffed him lightly, her brow furrowing. "Mr. White, did you drink?"
Gregory touched his nose. "Yeah, I couldn't sleep alone last night, so I went out for a drink."
Abigail imagined Gregory alone in their room and couldn't help but laugh. "Alright, since there's a reason, I'll let it slide this time. But why is Henry here?"
Henry, suddenly called out, quickly stood up straight and adjusted his suit. "Abigail, Gregory forced me to come. I told him I had work, but he wouldn't listen!"
Gregory shot him a cold look. "I forced you to come?"
Under Gregory's icy glare, Henry immediately backtracked with a smile. "I came voluntarily. I was just worried my employee would be late for work!"
He then looked at Tricia and waved. "What are you standing there for? Get in the car! You don't really want Gregory to drive you, do you?"
Tricia was initially reluctant, but hearing this, she quickly got into Henry's car.
She fastened her seatbelt, rolled down the window, and said to Abigail, "Abigail, don't worry about me. I'll head to work first. Let's catch up another day!"
Abigail wanted to say more, but Jason drove off.
Seeing Abigail still standing there, her eyes following the direction Tricia left, Gregory couldn't help but feel a bit jealous. He cleared his throat a few times, pulling Abigail's thoughts back. "Let's go. I'll take you to the office."
"Alright." Abigail shrugged helplessly and got into the car.
On the way, Abigail said, "Mr. White, I'm planning to talk to Tom today."
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