Chapter 42 This is My Wife
Not only was the audience curious about where Gregory had gone, but even Jessica, who had just finished her performance on stage, had a curious expression.
Allison had told her earlier that there would be a big shot coming Today, and she was wondering who it would be.
When she got on stage to perform, she finally saw that the person sitting next to the president was actually Gregory!
He was the patriarch of the White family, the CEO of the White Group, and the most powerful man in Aramore.
And he was Roman's uncle!
What's more, he was cold and indifferent, unlike the rest of the White family, who doted on Abigail.
Anyone who didn't like Abigail was on the same side as her.
Gregory was the patriarch of the White family, and if she could win his favor, she would be one step closer to marrying Roman.
So when Jessica saw Gregory, she was so excited she almost fainted.
She tried to remain calm and kept telling herself that she had to perform well.
This was truly a golden opportunity presented to her.
Before, even if she wanted to get closer to Gregory and tried to greet him, it was always difficult.
The most memorable time was when Roman took her to a reception.
She knew Gregory was Roman's uncle and wanted to leave a good impression on him, so she took the initiative to greet him.
But Gregory just gave her a cold look and walked away.
She was very unwilling at the time, but she thought that one day, she would leave a deep impression on Gregory.
She didn't expect the opportunity to come so soon.
She was confident in her performance and was grateful that she dressed up.
During the performance, she deliberately turned to the side, showing off her most beautiful left profile, and started her performance.
In her mind, she even started fantasizing about Gregory being amazed by her performance.
It wasn't until the performance ended that she finally mustered the courage to look in Gregory's direction, full of anticipation.
She was satisfied with her performance Today.
Because she was in a better state than during rehearsals, and her dance steps were flawless.
But she didn't expect that Gregory didn't even look at her.
Jessica watched as Gregory hurriedly left the audience area, completely stunned.
What happened?
Why did Gregory leave?
After all the preparation, was it going to end like this?
She was unwilling!
Jessica, prompted by the host, left the stage with her skirt held high, but her eyes were full of dissatisfaction.
*****
Inside the fitting room.
Before Gregory could finish his comforting words, Abigail's phone automatically shut down, the screen completely black.
The room had no windows, and there was almost no light.
But upon hearing Gregory's voice, her initial panic and confusion settled down.
Even though she didn't know where Gregory was now, if he said he would find her, then he would definitely come.
Abigail firmly believed in this.
In order to overcome her fear, Abigail sat on the slightly cool floor, her arms tightly wrapped around her knees, curled up in the corner.
As time went by, Abigail became more and more desperate.
Even though only about ten minutes had passed, she felt like it had been a century.
After another two minutes, Abigail suddenly heard footsteps outside.
Then, there was a noise coming from outside the fitting room door.
Abigail raised her eyes sharply, her previously fearful eyes shining.
In the next second, someone kicked the door open from outside, and a tall figure burst in.
Suddenly, after seeing the light source, Abigail's eyes squinted involuntarily.
After adapting to the intensity of the light source, she finally saw who was standing at the door.
"Gregory..."
Abigail choked up a bit as she looked at Gregory. All the grievances she had been holding in her heart came pouring out.
When Gregory saw Abigail's expression, a pang of pain shot through him.
Then, he became particularly angry.
Without thinking, he rushed over and hugged Abigail tightly, his large, warm hand constantly caressing her back.
"Abigail, I'm here."
Abigail is afraid of the dark, a fact that few people know.
Gregory had a bad feeling when he heard her sobbing on the phone just now.
He didn’t expect his guess was correct.
He dared not imagine how long Abigail would have been trapped in this dark and cramped fitting room if he hadn't made that call.
"I'm sorry I'm late," his voice was low, and his deep eyes were filled with deep concern.
Feeling his warm embrace, Abigail's fear gradually faded away.
She buried her face in Gregory's arms and gently shook her head, " It was my fault, I wasn't careful enough."
Suddenly, she remembered something and looked up at him, "By the way, Gregory, how did you come so quickly?"
Gregory lowered his gaze, his fingers gently swept the strands of hair blocking Abigail's cheek. His voice was gentle.
"Your school's anniversary celebration, the Principal specifically invited me to watch the performance."
The Principal, who hurried over and wanted to see what had happened, twitched his lips slightly.
Wasn't it him who took the initiative to come?
How could he say such a thing?
But...
The Principal’s gaze fell on Abigail, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, "Do you two know each other?"
Hearing the Principal's voice, Abigail suddenly realized that there was a third person there.
Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she shyly pushed Gregory away and stood up from the ground.
But she stood up too abruptly, and a dizzy feeling suddenly came to her head. Her body swayed, almost falling.
Gregory reacted quickly, holding onto her arm and embracing her in his arms.
He glanced at Abigail and said slowly, "Let me introduce you; this is my wife."
The Principal stared at them in disbelief, his gaze going back and forth between them.
In his impression, Gregory was cold-hearted and not interested in women. Over the years, he had been busy with his career, and at the age of thirty, he didn't even have a girlfriend.
Gregory had actually gotten married without saying a word, and he had married his most promising student!
The Principal didn't know how to react for a moment.
Although Gregory was outstanding, he was the most proud and boastful student in his career.
But Abigail was equally impressive, not only winning the highest scholarships every year but also participating in many competitions, bringing the school a lot of glory.
Although he had never connected these two people before, seeing them standing together now, they actually looked very compatible.
He smiled and patted Gregory's shoulder, "Well done, kid. You really managed to marry the school's belle. I wonder how many boys are heartbroken now!"
Gregory smiled, lowered his gaze, and looked at Abigail, "You're quite popular at school."
Abigail proudly raised her chin, "Of course, I'm the school's belle!"
Gregory's smile deepened as he echoed, "Well, it seems like I've hit the jackpot."
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