Christopher returned home a few minutes ago and noticed she had not come back. He was upset, assuming she had been having fun with Jasper. He came to the terrace to clear his mind.
The cold breeze did, indeed, gradually calm him down.
Just then, he saw a red Maserati pulling over in front of the gate. He squinted at it curiously and saw Abigail stepping out. His furrowed eyebrows relaxed, but his face hardened when he saw the door to the driver's seat also open.
He clenched his fists unconsciously, thinking Jasper had come to drop her off at home. When he noticed a woman exiting the car, he relaxed his tense muscles.
It might be Jasper's sister, he thought.
He felt the irritating insecurity again as he watched them hug each other.
They seemed to be quite close to each other. His suspicions about Abigail and Jasper's relationship grew stronger. Otherwise, she wouldn't have gone to Essence Concierge for a job, and Jasper would not have readily allowed her to join the company.
