Chapter 387 A Simple Date
Gregory smiled, ruffled Abigail's hair, and held her hand as they walked to the bed, as if she might run away.
This nervous look made Abigail chuckle. "Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere."
Gregory, however, held her shoulders and made her sit by the bed, then slowly knelt down to be at eye level with her. "Abigail, I didn't intentionally hide this from you. That time you had a fever and lost your memory, I wasn't doing well either. I was in a coma in the hospital for a long time."
Abigail's eyes widened in surprise, but what followed was a flood of heartache.
Seeing the worry in her eyes, Gregory felt a wave of emotion and shook his head with a smile, comforting her, "It's been a long time, don't worry."
He continued to explain, "When I woke up from the coma, I found out that my engagement had been transferred to Roman. I couldn't think of anything else and went to find you, but what I saw was you holding onto Roman and not letting go."
In that moment, Gregory's heart ached, even though he didn't fully understand love. He went home in a daze and was bedridden with a high fever for days. Already a solitary soul, he couldn't bring himself to confront Abigail. For the next decade, they hardly spoke.
If Roman hadn't taken Abigail for granted and betrayed her, Gregory might never have sought her out again in his lifetime.
Hearing this, Abigail was overwhelmed. She hadn't anticipated so many twists and misunderstandings. Realizing Gregory had endured all the pain alone, she felt a deep sense of guilt.
"Gregory, I'm sorry!" It was all her fault.
Abigail slowly lowered her head, her eyes welling up with tears.
Suddenly, a soft sigh came from above, and a warm palm gently rested on her head, stroking it softly. "If anyone's to blame, it's me for not being brave enough back then."
If he hadn't hesitated, things might have been different. But the past couldn't be changed. All they could do now was move forward.
"Yes, you're right. We can't change the past, but we can change the future." A smile reappeared on Abigail's face, and her eyes gradually became determined.
That night, Abigail dreamt of a cold, abandoned warehouse. Darkness enveloped the scene, and a chilling wind blew through broken windows. A frail girl huddled in the corner, shivering uncontrollably.
Suddenly, a pair of warm hands held her tightly, and a slightly immature voice came from above. "Abigail, don't be afraid, I'm here."
Although she couldn't see the other person's face, Abigail's heart instantly calmed down.
Morning sunlight streamed through the window, casting a soft glow on Abigail. Her long eyelashes fluttered as she slowly opened her eyes, still drowsy from sleep.
A familiar deep voice came from above. "Awake?"
Abigail blinked and turned her head to look beside her, meeting Gregory's deep, dark eyes.
She turned over and snuggled into Gregory's broad chest, rubbing gently, with a hint of dependence.
"Gregory."
Her soft voice carried a sweetness that seemed to go straight to the heart.
Gregory's heart instantly filled with joy, his thin lips curving up slightly. "Good morning, Abigail."
Abigail looked up at him. "Do you have any plans for today?"
Gregory pondered for a moment and said, "It's up to you."
Today was the weekend, and he only had some minor work that could be handled in the evening.
Abigail thought for a moment, her eyes lighting up with excitement. "I need to attend a fashion show. Do you want to come with me?"
"A fashion show? Is the designer from DM participating?"
Abigail shook her head lightly. "No, it's hosted by another company. They sent me two tickets. If you have time, we can go together and maybe have dinner outside."
Gregory's slender fingers gently tapped her nose. "Going out to eat is the real goal, isn't it?"
Caught by him, Abigail playfully stuck out her tongue and quickly got out of bed. "It's just that the food the chef makes at home is too bland, it has no flavor."
Gregory shook his head helplessly. "That's because you're pregnant. The chef needs to prepare bland food for the health of you and the baby."
Abigail pouted. "Bland doesn't mean tasteless. I can't eat anything right now."
Gregory said, "I'll talk to the chef later and ask them to improve."
"Okay, that's more like it."
After breakfast, they went to a fashion show hosted by a large company.
When Joe Wilson learned that Abigail and Gregory were coming, he was so excited he couldn't form a complete sentence. "Warm welcome! Mr. and Mrs. White coming to our company is such an honor!"
After hanging up the phone, Joe hurriedly instructed everyone to perform well today and not make any mistakes.
The quality of the fashion show was barely passable. It wasn't that the clothes were bad, but the company was too poor, and the venue and runway looked a bit shabby.
The models they hired weren't well-known either, and it was clear they were nervous in front of the cameras, affecting the audience's experience.
But to be fair, the designer's clothes were quite good and unique.
So even though it was a bit boring, Abigail insisted on watching until the end.
The fashion show ended a few hours later.
Joe ran out from backstage, afraid of missing them. "Did you enjoy the show? If there's anything we didn't do well, please let us know."
"The show was good. I liked some of the designers' works, but you should improve the venue setup."
Joe's face turned red with embarrassment. "Ms. Martin, do you think I don't want to? We just don't have the money!"
The main purpose of this show was to showcase their strength and hopefully attract some sponsors.
But he had asked several clothing company executives, and they all politely declined for various reasons.
He knew his capabilities were limited, but he couldn't help but hold onto a sliver of hope.
What if someone was willing to invest?
He had so many designers under him, and if someone was willing to invest, he could continue to support them.
Abigail and Gregory exchanged a glance, and Abigail slowly said, "Alright, I'll provide the investment."
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