Not One, But Two!

Chapter 87

Abigail could no longer remember why exactly she fell in love with Jonathan. She had a faint impression that he had given her some bread, so that she could fill her tummy after starving for an entire day. That was how she fell in love with the boy, whose face lit up like the sun whenever he smiled.

Now Abigail realized how innocent and simple-minded she was.

She sneered, "I don't know if I like him or not. I was probably blind. Shut up and let me rest."

With that, she closed her eyes straightaway.

Faced with the unwelcome response, Greg decided not to discuss it further with her. He, too, leaned against his seat and shut his eyes for some rest.

The helicopter took off, and Abigail gradually fell asleep. By the time she opened her eyes again, the helicopter had already landed in Harrion.

Greg stretched and moved his head from side to side as he said, "Let's eat at my house. The children are all there."

"Sure."

Abigail did not refuse.

She was extremely exhausted after the surgery, and she wanted more than anything to just lie down and sleep. However, she had to deliver Arianna's medicine, and Alissa's body needed checking as well.

Greg led Abigail out of the helicopter and walked right through the VIP lane. Just then, a huge crowd of journalists appeared out of nowhere, surrounding Greg and Abigail in an instant.

"Mr. Buckley, is this your girlfriend?"

"Mr. Buckley, rumor has it that you always had a girlfriend you grew up with. Have you broken up with her?"

As soon as the questions were asked, Greg knew right away that this was the work of Genevieve.

She dared not admit her relationship with him, but she still wanted to flaunt it in front of Abigail.

A hint of anger flashed across Greg's eyes, but it soon disappeared.

Abigail's eyebrows scrunched up as she looked toward Greg and asked, "What's going on?"

"I'll deal with it."

Greg feared that the journalists would touch Abigail's wound by accident, so he instantly pulled her into his arms. Then, he looked at the journalists and asked viciously, "Which one of you asked me about a girlfriend I grew up with?"

Greg's gaze fell upon the journalist, who immediately felt a chill run down her spine.

"Me," the journalist responded gingerly.

The corners of Greg's mouth lifted slightly.

"So you expect someone to date whoever they grew up with? Has this supposed girlfriend of mine ever announced our relationship by any means?"

His questions made the journalist feel very awkward, for she didn't know how to answer them.

Greg glanced at her name card and said lightly, "As a journalist, you should be reporting only the truth. You have to do research before mentioning things you only heard about, don't you agree?"

The journalist suddenly felt terribly pressured.

She was beginning to regret taking on this task just for money.

"You're right, Mr. Buckley."

"So you'd better go back and start over, lest other people in the media get affected by you."

With that, Greg strode away.

The journalist was left dumbfounded.

What does he mean by 'start over'?

She still couldn't understand at first, but she soon received a call from her company to learn that she had been fired.

Greg didn't say anything about it, and he simply shielded Abigail all the way to the car. He didn't look too pleased when he saw Troy.

"Look something up for me. Which companies did all the journalists today belong to? I want all those companies gone from Harrion by tomorrow morning."

Greg's voice was terribly cold.

Abigail never said anything throughout the whole ordeal, for she was a little uncomfortable with the man's forceful attitude.

This was probably the real Greg.

She didn't ask any questions, nor did she beg for mercy on behalf of those people. Since they had chosen to earn money off of this, to challenge Greg's power, they should have prepared themselves for the consequences.

It was only after the two got into the car that Abigail realized that Greg's hand was still on her shoulder. Even the faint cigarette smell on him was wafting into her nose.

Abigail frowned slightly and coughed as she said, "Shouldn't you move your hand away by now?" Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

"I'm tired. Lend me your shoulder."

With that, Greg placed his head against her as well.

Abigail's heart involuntarily skipped a few beats.

"Hey, watch yourself."

"I just broke up, so can't you be more compassionate? We've slept together before, so letting me lean against you shouldn't be a problem!"

Greg really knew the best ways to provoke Abigail.

Abigail gritted her teeth.

If she knew five years ago that she would be sleeping with such a jerk, she would definitely control herself more.

Now he kept mentioning that incident, as if she should be honored to have slept with him.

Abigail reached out her hand and placed it precisely on Greg's thigh.

Greg froze ever so slightly.

What does this mean?

Is she flirting with me?

Or does she have other ideas?

"Um, Abigail, should I get the driver to put up the partition?"

Greg could feel his blood boiling in his body.

Abigail smiled lightly as she said, "No, it's fine."

The smile was still on her face as her fingers changed direction and reached in between Greg's thighs.

Greg's heart raced.

Oh f*ck!

This is too daring!

So she prefers it like this?

However, before Greg could finish his daydream, Abigail gave him a pinch, which sent him howling in pain. He subconsciously moved to avoid her, but they were in a car with limited space, so he hit his head hard against the top of the car, instantly seeing stars.

"Abigail, why did you pinch me?"

And she's pinching the inside of my thigh!

It hurts like hell!

Abigail retracted her hand and said nonchalantly, "Weren't you looking forward to it just now?"

Greg really wanted to slap this woman silly.

Does she think I was looking forward to this?

I was looking forward to—

He suddenly realized what he was thinking, and he was instantly upset.

He found himself desiring Abigail more and more often recently, and it wasn't a good thing.

He had felt like he was at a disadvantage, but he couldn't possibly tell anyone about it. He huffed and sat back in the seat, then reached out to undo his belt.

"What are you doing?"

Abigail looked at him warily, ready to kick him away if he did anything to her.

Greg snorted and said, "I'm checking if there's a bruise. You're so cruel."

He shamelessly took off his pants to reveal his thigh.

Abigail's face immediately turned bright red, all the way to her neck.

In terms of shamelessness, she really had to hand it to him.

Abigail hastily averted her gaze.

Greg saw that the inside of his thigh was turning black and blue, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Abigail, if you dare do this to me again, I'll—"

"What?"

Abigail rolled her eyes at him.

Greg was instantly brooding.

He couldn't hit her because she was a woman, and he also couldn't sleep with her, since they weren't in a relationship.

Damn it!

How did I end up cornering myself to this extent?

Greg said furiously, "I'll slap myself to death."

Abigail instantly laughed.

"How stupid can you be?"

She had to admit that Greg had pleased her very well.

When Greg saw her laugh, he felt as if fireworks had bloomed inside him, and he couldn't help gazing at her.

Perhaps even Abigail herself didn't know that she had a dimple that was faintly visible when she laughed. She did look very pretty with that dimple.

Sensing Greg's focused gaze, Abigail coughed and said, "If you don't put your pants back on, I'll guarantee you a trip to the hospital."

Greg finally realized that he was wearing only his underwear in the car, so he suddenly had the urge to tease her.

"How?"

"Maybe something like erectile dysfunction. Don't worry. I know what I'm doing. At most, you'll just be trending on Twitter."

Abigail spoke indifferently, but Greg's expression had changed.

He couldn't help wondering how doctors' husbands managed to survive the threat that was their wives.

Greg sullenly put his pants back on.

The car arrived at Allie's Garden.

As soon as Greg and Abigail got out of the car, they saw Alissa dashing out toward them like a speeding train.

"Daddy, Mommy! You're back!"

Worried about Alissa's health, Abigail hastily bent down to catch her. However, Alissa was going too fast, so Abigail found herself involuntarily leaning backward.

Greg quickly put a leg out behind Abigail so that she wouldn't fall to the ground.

He picked Alissa up from Abigail's embrace, then kissed her lovingly as he said, "Be careful, darling, your mommy is hurt."

"How did Mommy get hurt? Who bullied her? I'll get revenge for her!"

Alissa was raring to go beat up some bullies.

Abigail immediately frowned.

"What revenge? Don't you know about your condition? You'll need another two weeks to replenish the blood you lost."

"What?"

Alissa instantly sulked.

I have to take that medicine for another two weeks? Please, no!

"Daddy!"

"No buts. You have to listen to your mommy, since she's the professional here."

Greg had taken Abigail's side, so now Alissa was out of ideas.

"Fine, you two are such a couple."

Abigail almost choked when she heard that.

"Watch your mouth and get down right now."

"No! I want Daddy to carry me!"

Alissa spat her tongue out at Abigail and made a funny face at her. Then, she put her cheek against Greg's, pretending to be his blanket.

Greg felt his heart melting.

"It's fine. I'll carry her. Come, let's go in!"

Carrying Alissa, he passed by Abigail and whispered to her, "I'll get the butler to take the things later. Don't move too much; it'd be disastrous if your wound opened up."

Abigail felt that her body was getting sticky.

She replied, "I'll go home for a shower and a change of clothes, then I'll come back later."

"We're in no rush, so you can rest first. I'll call you when the food is ready."

Greg spoke as he eyed the black circles under her eyes.

"That'd be nice."

Abigail went back to her home right away.

When she opened the door, she felt a sudden rush of loneliness inside her.

She used to have her children accompanying her, but now they were all staying with Greg. Therefore, she was all alone in this huge house, and she felt that it was terribly empty.

Abigail shook her head and went to the bathroom for a shower. However, when she walked into her bedroom, she found that someone had been inside.

"Who is it?"

Her voice was in a low growl as she immediately went alert.