Chapter 215 Still Thinking About Abigail
Inside a villa in Aramore, the same video was playing.
The guy holding the phone was glued to the screen, watching a woman in a fishtail gown, all dolled up and looking stunning. His eyes had this weird mix of emotions.
Suddenly, a hand snatched the phone from him, and an angry voice barked, "Roman, you've been staring at this video for half an hour. What the hell are you doing?"
Roman looked up, annoyed, at the woman in front of him and said calmly, "Give me back my phone."
He reached out, trying to get his phone back.
But Jessica took a couple of steps back and sneered, "Roman, I'm asking you again, what were you doing just now?"
"I was just watching videos. Why are you being so paranoid?" Roman got up from the couch, clearly irritated, and repeated, "Give me back my phone!"
"No way!" Jessica hid the phone behind her back and pressed on, "You haven't answered my question. Are you still thinking about Abigail?"
Hearing that name, a flicker of bitterness flashed in Roman's eyes. "I don't know what you're talking about. I'll say it one last time, give me back my phone."
Roman didn't deny it, which to Jessica, was as good as admitting it!
This totally set Jessica off. All the pent-up emotions exploded as she smashed the phone to the ground.
The phone hit the floor, and the screen shattered into pieces.
But Jessica still wasn't satisfied and stomped on it a couple more times. "I dare you to watch it again!"
Roman looked at her in disbelief. Ever since they got married, Jessica seemed like a completely different person. Her hair was a mess, her clothes were all over the place, and she was no longer the sweet and understanding woman she used to be. Instead, she had become harsh, sharp-tongued, and unreasonable, almost like a shrew.
Roman sometimes wondered if the gentle girl he knew had been replaced by someone else. Or maybe, Jessica had always been like this.
She had just hidden it well before, fooling him for years. Now that she had married into the White family, she didn't need to pretend anymore.
Jessica, blinded by anger and jealousy, had no idea what she had become.
She stomped the phone into pieces before finally feeling satisfied and said to Roman, "Don't let me catch you looking at Abigail again, or else..."
Roman clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking, and gritted his teeth. "Or else what? Are you going to divorce me?"
Hearing Roman's words, Jessica's face turned pale, and she finally snapped back to reality.
She quickly shook her head and denied, "How could I, Roman? How could you mention divorce to me? You're breaking my heart!"
Roman saw her face turn pale and didn't miss the fleeting panic in her eyes. It turned out Jessica didn't care about him at all. She was just afraid of getting divorced.
That made sense. After all, if they divorced, Jessica would no longer enjoy a wealthy life and would no longer have endless money to spend.
Roman was silent for a while before speaking again, "Jessica, what am I to you? Your husband, or an ATM, a stepping stone to high society?"
After the division of property, Jessica was initially happy, saying she no longer had to put up with Abigail and Grace's attitudes at the White Manor.
But later, she spent more and more money, buying any luxury item and anything she could show off and bringing it home. In just a few months, she almost ran out of their money.
But that wasn't enough for Jessica; she was still dissatisfied, thinking he gave too little, often comparing him to Gregory and urging him to fight Gregory for the family assets.
Whenever he talked to another woman, Jessica would become paranoid, suspecting him of cheating.
He was really tired.
If he had known marriage could completely change a person, he would rather never get married.
Jessica opened her mouth, a trace of panic flashing in her eyes. "No, Roman, how could you think that of me? I love you so much. Everything I do is for you!"
Roman laughed self-deprecatingly, staring at the broken phone on the ground. "Smashing the phone was for me too?"
Jessica blinked guiltily, her voice trembling with fear. "I just saw you staring at Abigail and was afraid you'd regret marrying me. I didn't mean to!"
Roman sighed silently in his heart, said nothing more, and turned to leave.
Jessica called out to him again, questioning, "Where are you going?"
Roman replied, "Out for a walk. Don't worry, I won't go looking for another woman. You have all the cards, and you destroyed my phone."
Jessica forced a laugh, "That's not what I meant."
Roman didn't argue with her further and turned to leave the villa. He was just a bit tired and needed some time alone to think about how he and Jessica had come to this point.
As he passed a street corner, Roman saw Abigail's face flash on the electronic screen of a shopping mall.
The thought popped into his mind again: if it weren't for Jessica, would he be as happy as Gregory?
He chuckled bitterly, and all his emotions turned into a sigh.
Some things, once missed, were lost for good.
He used to think that Abigail being with Gregory was to spite him.
But later, he gradually realized that he wasn't that important.
He was too arrogant, thinking that even if he abandoned Abigail, she would always stay in place waiting for him.
Now it was too late, and there was no going back for them.
Roman sighed deeply, wandering aimlessly along the street, feeling disconnected from all the hustle and bustle around him.
At that moment, a black car slowly stopped in front of him.
A tall man in a white suit got out and greeted him, "Get in the car."
Roman stared at the man's face, stunned, "Who are you?"
"I have something to say to you. Get in the car first." The man opened the back door and made a "please" gesture.
Roman swallowed, hesitated for a moment, and got in.
As the car started again, Roman looked at the man driving and asked, "Who exactly are you?"
"Isn't it obvious?" the man asked back.
Roman sat straight in the back seat, his hands nervously clenched, "Are you my grandfather's illegitimate child? Or my father's?"
Tom couldn't help but laugh. "Mr. White, you're quite amusing. If I said I was your father's child, would you believe me?"
Roman pressed his lips together. "No."
Although George often argued with Grace, he would never cheat.
Tom smiled, "Technically, you should call me uncle."
Roman said nothing; he couldn't bring himself to call him uncle.
Tom didn't mind and continued, "Actually, I investigated you before coming. Technically, as the only young master of the White Group, you should have had the opportunity to train at the White Group, but Gregory didn't let you."
"What are you trying to say?" Roman interrupted, frowning slightly.
Tom's lips curled into a smile, and he slowly asked, "If I told you I could help you get the White Group, would you be willing to cooperate with me?"
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