Chapter 396 Mr. White is Very Sweet
Gregory sighed silently in his heart, his slender fingers gently pinching the bridge of his nose. "His mother died in that kidnapping."
Abigail was once again shocked, her mouth opened. "How could this happen?"
Gregory lowered his eyes, his tone somewhat heavy. "I only found out about this recently. We were too young back then, and my mom kept it from me."
He had always wondered about Tom's hatred, but once he saw the information, everything made sense. Though Tom's mother kidnapped them and caused Abigail's amnesia, it wasn't a crime deserving death.
Abigail snapped out of her shock, her voice trembling slightly. "Gregory, can you tell me what exactly happened back then?"
Hearing the panic and helplessness in her tone, Gregory gently stroked her back with his broad palm, his deep voice soothing. "Don't be afraid, it has nothing to do with you. This is a grudge between the White family."
"I just want to know what exactly happened back then."
"Tom's mom actually just wanted to kidnap me, but you were very clingy to me as a child, almost never leaving my side. So, Abigail, you were implicated because of me."
Abigail's eyes reddened; she shook her head, choked up, "No, I should be grateful I was with you back then. Otherwise, how scared you would have been alone."
A warm surge filled Gregory as he kissed Abigail's lips with reverent tenderness.
Abigail blinked, her innocent eyes seriously gazing at the man in front of her. "I think, even if I had another chance to choose, I would make the same choice."
Gregory's thin lips curved slightly, and his usually frosty face seemed to melt like a glacier, showing a bit of warmth. "Yes, Abigail is the best."
Abigail was amused by his words, and the heaviness in her heart eased a bit. "What happened next? How did Tom's mother die?"
A cold glint flashed in Gregory's eyes as he recalled something. "Tom's mother kidnapped me to threaten my mom. My dad was already gone by then, and she wanted to replace my mom as the head of the White family and have Tom inherit the estate."
Abigail frowned, recalling Gregory's words: when George died, Grace paid the illegitimate children to relinquish their claims, safeguarding her son's legacy. Tom and his mother must have been among them.
Gregory sneered. "That woman's greed knew no bounds. Not satisfied with money, she wanted Tom to inherit the White Group. When the rescue team and family arrived, she held a knife to my neck, demanding control. The police had to open fire to stop her."
He kept silent about Tom's mother's threats to spare Abigail from guilt. Some burdens he would bear alone. Abigail deserved to be carefree, and he would ensure she had the best of everything.
"So that's how it was. No wonder Tom hates you so much. Was Tom also at the kidnapping scene back then?" Abigail lowered her head, unable to describe her feelings.
But worried that Gregory might blame himself, she quickly comforted him, "Gregory, don't take all the responsibility on yourself. This has nothing to do with you; it's all Tom's mother's fault."
Gregory nodded, smiling as he ruffled Abigail's hair. "Yes, I know. I'm telling you this to let you know that this is a grudge between Tom and me. You never owed him anything. If he dares to lay a hand on you, I'll make sure he knows my tolerance has limits."
Abigail was his bottom line, his life.
Abigail obediently nodded. "Okay, I remember."
After their conversation, Abigail clung tightly to Gregory's neck, unwilling to let go, and Gregory let her hold him.
When Lily came in to deliver fruit, she saw their intimate posture and couldn't help but blush, covering her eyes with her hand. "Am I interrupting you? Maybe I should leave."
Abigail blushed and patted Gregory's shoulder, but he held her tighter and glanced at Lily. "Just put it down."
Lily, feeling anxious, quickly put down the fruit and left without daring to look again.
Watching her flee, Abigail couldn't help but laugh. "Look at how you scared her."
Gregory raised his hand to touch his face, puzzled. "Do I look scary?"
Abigail pinched Gregory's handsome face, examining it seriously, "No, you're very handsome."
Amused, Gregory flipped them over, his hands on her waist. Abigail found herself on the sofa, looking up at him with a gentle smile. "Gregory, what are you going to do?"
"Kiss you." Gregory didn't wait for a response and kissed her directly.
Abigail wrapped her arms around his neck, tilting her head to respond passionately, quickly getting lost in his cold aura.
After an unknown amount of time, Gregory finally let her go, looking satisfied.
His slender, jade-like fingers gently twirled her soft hair, smiling. "Abigail is really lovable."
Abigail, breathless from the kiss, had misty eyes that added a captivating allure. Enchanting and seductive, she was impossible to resist.
Gregory chuckled, his voice hoarse as he leaned close to her ear. "Tonight is the last day of the first three months, is it okay?"
So close, Abigail felt her ears burn and her heart race. Under his intense gaze, she nodded, sharing his desire. Thrilled, Gregory wished night would come sooner.
After dinner, he eagerly pulled Abigail into the bedroom.
Ralph called from downstairs, "Mrs. White is pregnant. It's best to walk around after meals. Light exercise is good for the baby."
Gregory's lips curved into a meaningful smile. "Don't worry, Ralph. We're just going to exercise."
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