Chapter 386 The True Savior
"What did you say?" Abigail suddenly stood up from the couch, her eyes full of shock and disbelief.
Roman closed his eyes tightly, then slowly raised his head, tears faintly glistening at the corners of his eyes. "I'm sorry, I was too arrogant before. I only helped you once, and that was before Jessica joined the Martin family."
Whenever Abigail expressed her gratitude, he assumed it was for that one small favor. Initially, he found her naivety amusing. Over time, he enjoyed and then took for granted the benefits she brought. When he grew bored, he discarded her without a second thought, never feeling guilty since he believed her kindness was entirely voluntary.
When he grew bored, he discarded her without a thought. Only later did he realize he had taken what belonged to someone else and deeply hurt Abigail. He truly was a bastard.
Abigail stood there, overwhelmed by a flood of memories of Roman, barely able to breathe.
She tried her best to calm down, but her voice still trembled uncontrollably. "If it wasn't you, then who was it? When I first opened my eyes, it was you standing by my hospital bed."
Had she mistaken the person?
How could this be?
Who was the real person who saved her?
Hearing Abigail's voice, Roman felt like his heart was being stabbed with a knife, causing a dense, throbbing pain. "Are you talking about the time you were kidnapped and woke up with amnesia?"
So that's it!
Roman looked up at the sky, feeling fate's cruel joke. He once thought he had beaten Gregory, winning both the engagement and Abigail's devotion. But in the end, he was just a pathetic substitute.
Abigail almost instinctively held her breath and tentatively asked, "Then who was the person who saved me?"
Roman slowly uttered a name.
Abigail was shocked, her heart racing.
After hanging up the phone, Abigail tightly gripped her phone, sitting on the couch, lost in thought.
Beneath her seemingly calm exterior, she was already extremely agitated.
After a long time, the bathroom door was pushed open from the inside.
Gregory walked out, wearing only a towel around his waist.
His hair was still wet, with droplets of water dripping down, tracing along his well-defined chest, and eventually disappearing below his waist.
The thick humidity softened his sharp aura.
The warm yellow light added a touch of gentleness to his chiseled face.
The whole person exuded an indescribable sexiness, making it hard to look away.
Usually, at this time, Abigail would have already rushed over to hug and kiss him.
But tonight, Abigail was unusually quiet, sitting silently on the couch, lost in thought, not even noticing his presence.
His hand paused slightly as he dried his hair, then he slowly walked over and pulled her into his arms. "What's wrong? Why are you so distracted?"
Abigail snapped back to reality but didn't speak, just quietly looked at him.
Her clear eyes were filled with complex emotions, making it hard for him to read.
"What happened? Why are you looking at me like that?"
Abigail's long, curly eyelashes trembled slightly as she tightly hugged Gregory's neck.
The more she said nothing, the more worried Gregory became.
He quickly wrapped his arms around Abigail, his broad hand gently patting her back, soothingly. "Abigail, don't be sad. I'm here."
Hearing his gentle voice, Abigail couldn't hold back her tears. They streamed down, falling on Gregory's shoulder and searing into his heart.
Gregory kissed her forehead tenderly, comforting her for a long time until she finally calmed down.
Abigail sniffled, refusing to leave Gregory's embrace despite his coaxing. Her hands clung tightly to his waist, unwilling to let go.
Gregory smiled helplessly. "I won't leave. I'll stay here with you. Now, can you tell me what happened?"
Abigail looked up, her red eyes staring at him, her face full of grievance. "Gregory, you big liar!"
Gregory was stunned. "When did I lie to you?"
Abigail snorted, her tone proud. "You did lie. Think about it yourself. I'm sleeping in the guest room tonight."
She had mistaken the person because of her amnesia.
But Gregory didn't have amnesia!
He had kept it from her for so long!
How despicable!
Seeing her turn to leave without giving him a chance to explain, Gregory panicked and quickly grabbed her wrist. "Even if I'm being sentenced, you need to show me the evidence. You have to tell me what I did wrong."
Abigail glanced at him sideways, her voice somewhat displeased. "I was kidnapped when I was a child. Were you there at that time?"
Gregory was stunned, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes. "Who told you that?"
Seeing his reaction, Abigail knew it was true.
She suddenly felt a bit sad, but more than that, she felt guilty. "So all these years, I've been mistaking the person. The engagement was originally yours, and the person who saved me was also you."
Seeing Abigail about to cry again, Gregory quickly pulled her back into his arms and explained in a low voice, "Don't think like that. The past is the past. We're together now, and that's enough for me."
"If I hadn't forgotten you, maybe none of this would have happened." Overwhelmed by guilt, Abigail's tears flowed like a stream.
Gregory cupped her face, carefully wiping away her tears. "That's all in the past. Besides, we've been through so much and are still together, which means our relationship is destined by God."
Abigail's eyes were slightly red as she looked up at him. "Then promise me, from now on, you won't hide anything from me."
"Okay, I promise."
With his repeated assurances, Abigail finally felt at ease. "That's more like it."
Gregory wrapped his arms around her slender waist, almost pleadingly asking, "Are you still going to sleep in another room tonight?"
Abigail snorted. "Considering your good behavior, I won't."
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