Not One, But Two!

Chapter 54

It was rare for Greg to ever feel sorry for anyone. Being someone of his status and identity, over the years, he had developed a heart of ice that refused to melt. He wouldn't even blink when most women cried, but the determined look on Abigail's face actually made his solid and icy heart melt a little.

Meanwhile, Abigail could sense someone staring at her while she was sleeping. She felt rather uncomfortable, so she instinctively turned to face her back against Greg. She didn't realize that her gown had a slit on the back, so she revealed her fair, pale back to Greg. Greg's Adam's apple bobbed as he felt the temperature in the room getting higher.

After taking a deep breath, he pulled the sheets over Abigail. He thought about leaving, but he didn't do it in the end. Abigail had a good sleep—she didn't have a surgery to rush to or children to care for, and she could sleep for a whole week. However, her phone began to ring right then. Rage filled her instantly—she was frustrated at the noise.

Greg hadn't wanted to pick Abigail's phone up, but the ringing kept going. He was worried that it would disturb Abigail, so he brought the phone out. "Hello? Who's this?" He picked the call up.

Hugh froze as he thought he had gotten the wrong number. But when he checked, he was certain that it was correct. "Where's Abbie?" Hugh spoke in a hostile, unfriendly tone. For some reason, Greg felt rather uneasy to hear someone addressing her so intimately. "She's resting. You can tell me what you want to say, and I'll pass the message," Greg offered.

"No thanks. I don't need an outsider to pass messages for us." Hugh ended the call right after that. Greg felt a heavy feeling in his chest. An outsider? Am I an outsider? I already had a kid with Abigail. How could I still be an outsider? Who is this man? Greg recalled the man, Hugh, whom he had fought with. Could it be him? Greg felt more frustrated than ever.

After returning to the ward and seeing that Abigail was asleep, Greg thought about the phone call once more before he walked over to Abigail. He had decided to just drag her out of bed. However, as he touched her shoulder, he heard Abigail grunting as she frowned.

He froze for a moment before glancing at her injury. She pressed on her own injury while sleeping! Is she a pig? Greg was rather annoyed, so he woke her up roughly. Abigail had already woken up a little after hearing the phone ring, and she could already feel her wound stinging. Now, she was even woken up in a rough manner, so she lost her temper.

"Can you stop it, Hugh?" She flung her hand across the room to give Greg a smack. His gaze darkened immediately. What did she call me? Hugh? Did I just take a slap for Hugh? Greg wore a look of displeasure as a threatening aura filled the room. Even the air around them seemed to have turned 10 degrees colder.

"Abigail!" Greg cried.

"Shut up!" she replied.

her a hateful glare, yet she didn't open her eyes at all. She simply rolled over and continued sleeping. This woman is asking for a beating! As much as Greg wanted to beat her up, the bloody patch of a

worse since the nurses were all whispering among themselves while throwing glances in his direction. Greg was a public figure,

in him, yet he couldn't do anything to Abigail. In the end, he pulled his phone out and contacted Troy. "Find out about Hugh's enemies and

Troy froze for a while.

tone stunned Troy, but it was true that Greg didn't need any money. In the end,

Abigail had rushed back to save Greg and that she had gotten injured because of Greg. "I need a flight to Harrion! I want to go there

Mr. Romero." Hugh froze as he calmed down a little. He had to conceal all of the hatred and viciousness that had just

gave his orders, he felt a little less angry than before. One of the more daring nurses walked up to him and handed him some ice. "You'll feel better if you put it on your cheek now, Mr. Buckley." Greg

floor before kicking it toward the bin. He wasn't about to put ice on his wound. He wanted to see how Abigail would react when she woke up and saw his face like that. At that thought, Greg returned

into the evening, then through the night and until the next morning. Greg had waited excitedly

up even at 10.30PM, Greg started feeling rather worried. He told the doctor to run some checks on her, and he felt much more relieved to hear that she was just lacking sleep. By the next morning, Greg no longer thought

a moment before he realized what she meant. "How dare you talk about my face? Look! It's proof! Even if you saved my life, that doesn't give you the right to hit me whenever you want to, Abigail. I'm the

upon hearing his words. "Did I

them?" Greg was trying to sound fierce, but Abigail somehow felt like he was acting cute and pitiful toward her. "Are you trying to act cute in front of me now?" she

even know how

you making such a fuss?" Abigail threw the sheets off and got out of bed, feeling much more refreshed and energized than before.

up with what Abigail was saying. Why does she think I'm making a fuss? She slept for a full day, and I didn't disturb her

adorable for some reason. He reminded her of Alissa. They look the same when they are angry! No, wait! They look more similar

he saw Abigail's smile and the two dimples that had surfaced on her cheeks. "Alright. I don't like it when there's noise around me while I'm sleeping, so you might have disturbed me, and I might have unintentionally hit you. I'm sorry for that! Be a good boy, okay?" Abigail unconsciously gave Greg a fond