Chapter 72 Sister-in-law
Tricia scratched her head, trying to remember.
Before she could, two people walked over.
Henry glanced at Tricia with a casual smile. "Hey, we meet again!"
Tricia blushed at his affectionate gaze. "Have we met before?" she asked softly.
Henry looked surprised, then laughed. "You're funny. Last time, you got drunk and threw up on me. You promised to clean my clothes and return them. Not only did you not return them, but now you act like you don't know me?"
Tricia was stunned but then remembered. That night, she and Abigail went to a bar. Abigail got drunk and left with Gregory, leaving her alone. A man, claiming to be Gregory's friend, offered to take her home. Tricia was so taken by his looks that she got into his car. She ended up throwing up on him. The next day, Tricia woke up at home with a white jacket that wasn't hers. She had been so drunk she forgot her promise and threw the jacket away.
Feeling guilty, Tricia said softly, "I'm sorry. How much was your jacket? I'll pay you back."
Henry, not usually petty, decided to tease her. "Pay? Can you afford it? That jacket was custom-made, worth fifty thousand dollars."
Tricia was shocked. "Fifty thousand dollars?"
Henry shrugged. "Isn't that normal? It's actually one of the cheaper items in my wardrobe."
Tricia couldn't come up with fifty thousand dollars, even if she sold herself! She had already offered to pay, but where would she get that kind of money?
Gregory glanced at Henry and said, "She's Abigail's friend."
Henry, known for his generosity, never made a fuss over clothes. He often gave gifts worth tens of thousands or even millions, so a piece of clothing was nothing to him. He didn't really want Tricia to pay.
Hearing Gregory's warning, Henry toned it down. "Since you're a friend of Gregory's wife, I'll give you a discount. Just pay me a thousand dollars."
He could tell Tricia wasn't the type to take advantage. If he said she didn't have to pay, she'd feel guilty. So he casually mentioned a number.
Tricia's eyes lit up but quickly dimmed again. Seeing Henry's puzzled look, she blushed and said, a bit embarrassed, "Can I pay you later? I haven't received my paycheck yet."
Abigail immediately took out her phone to help, but Tricia quickly waved her off. "No need. I can pay a thousand dollars myself. Don't worry about it."
Henry smirked, opened his WhatsApp, and handed it to Tricia.
"Give me your number. From now on, I'm your creditor."
Tricia nodded and exchanged number with him.
After settling their "debt", Henry introduced himself. "Abigail, I'm Henry Clark. Just call me Henry."
Quinn nodded slightly at Abigail. "Quinn Worthington."
Henry couldn't help but put his arm around Quinn's neck, smiling. "This is Quinn. He's a bit cold and doesn't talk much. Don't mind him, Abigail."
Quinn glared. "Take your hand off."
Henry reluctantly withdrew his hand but kept talking. "It's our first time meeting Abigail. Can't you give me some face?"
Abigail chuckled. "Nice to meet you both. I'm Abigail Martin."
"I know. You probably don't know this, but Gregory has been..." Henry started, but Quinn elbowed him in the stomach.
With warning looks from Gregory and Quinn, Henry shut up.
Abigail sensed something was off.
Henry quickly changed the subject. "Let's get a private room. There are so many of us."
"But we've already ordered," Abigail hesitated.
Downstairs was the public dining area with small tables for four.
Gregory explained, "It's fine. This restaurant is owned by the Clark family. We can have the food brought up. You can come here to eat anytime."
Henry chimed in, "Yes, you're always welcome, Abigail."
Quinn looked at Henry disdainfully and then looked away. Why hadn't he noticed how obsequious Henry could be?
The group went to Henry's reserved private room, and the waiter brought up the menu and their dishes.
Gregory handed the menu to Abigail. "See if there's anything else you want. The chefs here are top-notch."
Abigail nodded and looked at the menu with Tricia.
Tricia, who had been reluctant to order the king crab before, now started ordering freely.
While waiting for the food, Henry asked, "Abigail, I heard you got your marriage certificate? How's it going with Gregory? He's so cold. Do you get along?"
Even though he tried to lower his voice, Gregory still heard him.
Gregory gave him a cold look. "Shut up."
Watching their interaction, Abigail laughed.
She thought for a moment and then answered seriously, "Mr. White is very nice. He's gentle and warm-hearted, despite his cold exterior. He's very good to me."
Henry and even the usually expressionless Quinn looked surprised.
Both turned their eyes to Gregory, filled with scrutiny and doubt.
Henry laughed. "Gregory, who would've thought you were like this!"
Even Quinn's lips curled into a faint smile, equally puzzled.
Gregory's eyes narrowed, and his cold gaze swept over them.
They both felt a chill and quickly looked away.
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