Chapter 238 Immature
After work in the evening, Abigail immediately called the driver and took a car to the agreed location.
Tricia had chosen a high-end restaurant with a serene and clean environment, full of ambiance.
When Abigail arrived, Tricia was already there ordering food.
Abigail walked over, sat down, and asked with a smile, "Busy bee, what made you think of inviting me to dinner today?"
Tricia looked up and gave her a sideways glance. "You, a CEO of a listed company, saying I'm busy?"
Abigail thought of the stack of files she hadn't finished processing, and her shoulders slumped as she leaned into Tricia's arms. "Tricia, I'm so tired!"
Tricia quickly patted her on the back and coaxed, "If you don't want to do it, then don't. Your husband has plenty of money and won't let you suffer."
Abigail pouted, "How can that be the same? I have to do something to realize my own value."
She didn't want to be someone who only relied on a man.
Tricia opened her phone's selfie mode, aimed it at Abigail's face, and said helplessly, "But first, you need to take good care of yourself. Look at you now, those dark circles are too obvious."
For some reason, Abigail's cheeks quietly turned red.
She raised her hand to cover her cheek, her eyes shimmering. "That's not the reason!"
Tricia was stunned for a full half-minute before she finally understood.
She gave a thumbs up, full of admiration. "No wonder it's Mr. White."
Hearing her insinuating words, Abigail's cheeks turned even redder.
Her features were already delicate and beautiful, and now with a layer of blush, she looked like a freshly ripened apple, exuding an enticing glow.
Not to mention men, even Tricia couldn't withstand the impact of her beauty.
She clutched her chest, took a step back, and her face was full of surrender. "Abigail, if I were a man, I wouldn't be able to resist either."
This kind of unaware beauty, who could resist?
Abigail glared at her and scolded, "Is it really that exaggerated? Are we ordering or not?"
"Ordering! Right away!" Tricia restrained her playful expression and handed the menu to Abigail.
Abigail quickly ordered a few new dishes from the restaurant. After the waiter left, she asked about the main issue. "Has Tom contacted you recently?"
Hearing that name again, Tricia's expression stiffened but quickly returned to normal.
"No," Tricia replied.
Her tone seemed indifferent, but Abigail knew her too well. The more she pretended not to care, the more it proved she hadn't really let go.
Abigail sighed inwardly and changed the subject. "How's work? Is Henry still giving you a hard time?"
As soon as she finished speaking, a dissatisfied complaint came from behind, "Abigail, is that what you think of me?"
Abigail was momentarily stunned and turned to see Henry standing behind her.
Quinn nodded coldly at her as a greeting.
Abigail was already used to his coldness and smiled back. "What brings you here?"
Henry snorted, crossed his arms, and said discontentedly, "If we didn't come, we wouldn't know you were badmouthing me!"
Abigail was amused and was about to explain when Tricia spoke up. "What do you mean badmouthing? We're stating facts! Who was it today that made me revise the contract eight times!"
The more Tricia spoke, the angrier she got, her face turning red.
Henry stared at her for a few seconds and retorted, "It's because you were careless and didn't catch simple mistakes!"
"I..." Tricia was at a loss for words. It was indeed her fault.
Perhaps feeling guilty, Tricia's confidence waned, but she still complained, "You could have told me privately instead of embarrassing me in front of everyone!"
Henry said, "Forget it. I'm too lazy to argue with you."
The two glared at each other and looked away in disgust.
Abigail looked at Tricia, then at Henry, feeling something was off.
She looked at Quinn in confusion, only to see Quinn's lips curl slightly as he lowered his voice. "He doesn't even look at people he doesn't like."
In other words: Tricia was special to Henry.
Abigail was stunned for a few seconds, her eyes gradually filled with disbelief. 'Tricia and Henry? How could that be?'
They seemed like two completely unrelated people!
Henry, unaware that he had been betrayed by Quinn, thought he was hiding it well. After saying goodbye to Abigail, he left with Quinn.
His behavior was simply childish.
Abigail looked at Tricia, wanting to say something but hesitated.
She couldn't imagine that Henry, who seemed to be open to everyone, would actually like Tricia.
She tentatively asked, "Tricia, why do you and Henry argue every time you meet?"
Tricia sneered, "He's the one who provokes me first!"
Abigail helplessly held her forehead, doubting, 'Did Henry really have many girlfriends before? Why is he still so childish?'
If it weren't for Quinn's hint, she would never have guessed that Henry liked Tricia.
Abigail glanced at Tricia and shook her head helplessly. She could tell that Tricia still had feelings for Tom and might find it hard to move on.
"What are you thinking? Hurry up and eat, or it'll get cold." Seeing that she hadn't touched her utensils for a while, Tricia reminded her.
Abigail snapped back to reality and finished the meal with mixed feelings.
After paying the bill, Tricia suggested, "I know a new store opened in the nearby mall. Let's go for a spa."
Abigail checked the time and saw that there was still some time before Gregory finished work, so she agreed immediately.
Tricia, holding Abigail's arm, walked into the store and sighed as she touched her face. "I've been working overtime recently and haven't had a good rest. My skin has become rough."
As she spoke, she glanced at Abigail, her eyes gradually becoming resentful. 'Why is there such a big difference between people?'
"We're about the same age, so why is your skin so smooth without a single pimple?" complainted Tricia. She was almost dying of envy!
Abigail pinched her face with a smile and said, "If you eat less greasy and spicy food, you'll see improvement too."
Tricia's face showed a look of pain. "No way!"
Without those snacks, how could she continue living?
Abigail let Tricia lean on her as they walked forward. Suddenly, a familiar voice came from behind, "Abigail? What are you doing here?"
Abigail turned around, a look of surprise flashing in her eyes. "Olivia?"
Since Gregory had ordered the bodyguards to kick Olivia out, she hadn't seen her again.
She didn't expect to see her again in this situation.
After a few months, Olivia seemed to have changed a lot.
She used to dress in a way that made her look weak and innocent, with a touch of intellect, but now...
A sexy short skirt barely reached her thighs, and a thin, revealing top hugged her curves, with a low neckline exposing most of her ample chest, exuding extreme allure.
Olivia's gaze fell on Abigail's delicate face, a flash of jealousy in her eyes.
"Long time no see, you haven't changed a bit," Olivia said.
Her gaze made Abigail instinctively feel disgusted, and she immediately retorted, "You've changed a lot."
Thinking about her recent experiences, a surge of anger welled up in Olivia's heart. Overwhelming hatred and jealousy continuously eroded her reason.
She gritted her teeth and shouted angrily, "Abigail, what are you so proud of? You're just riding on Gregory's coattails!"
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