Not One, But Two!

Chapter 68

After she hung up, Greg frowned. He had been thinking of breaking up with Genevieve a lot recently. He knew she didn't care about him, and that was why he didn't want to drag it out, but he never thought she would hang up. So she doesn't want to cut me off just yet.

Greg thought that she would eventually become his after she gave him her first time, and he thought patience would give him what he wanted. but now, he realized that he was just a tool for her to keep Cody in check. She kept him around just to use him, and that realization was depressing.

He was a proud man, but he lost his dignity all because of a woman, and it depressed him. She'll try to come up with another way to get a spot at the event. He took a deep breath and texted Cody, 'Genevieve wants that academic event slot. Tell your wife to be on the lookout.'

'Thanks for telling.' Cody answered quickly.

Greg felt a bit heavy and dark. This pointless relationship should be ended soon. For some reason, he wanted to smoke.

But just after he lit a cigarette, a fair hand appeared and took his cigarette away before dousing it in the sink. "The kitchen is a place for food, not cigarettes."

Abigail had come in. After she stubbed out his cigarette, she put on the apron and said, "You go out. I'll handle the rest."

She put the vegetables on the chopping board and cut them up. Her hands were fair and slender, and even cutting up vegetables looked like art when she did it.

Greg paused for a moment. Aside from him and his maids, no other people had ever been in it. With Abigail's addition, the kitchen felt a little cramped.

"Well, go on. Don't just stand there." She looked up. When she noticed that he was still here, she chased him out.

Her hands were cool, and Greg felt it through his shirt. It made him pause. "I'll do it." He looked at her chest. She really thinks she's fine, huh?

She said softly, "I saw you on the phone. It must be urgent, isn't it? You can attend to your work. I'll do the cooking. I know what the girls like the most."

So this is why she came in. He looked at her. Genevieve never cooked, so I learned how to cook for her, but she has always taken it for granted. She has never helped me in the kitchen, nor has she ever praised me.

He knew he shouldn't compare her to Abigail, but he just couldn't help it. And then he realized that he too needed someone to be concerned about him. He too needed someone to help him. Even though it was something as simple as helping him cook, it was enough to make him excited.

was giving her, and she coughed. "Are you worried? Think I might

and it cheered him up a lot. "I'll go to smoke. Thanks for your help." Greg thought he really needed

not great for your

twitched. He just thought Abigail was kind of cute, but

reminded him of what to do, but it was up to him to

kitchen, and without his presence around, Abigail felt a lot more comfortable. She quickly prepped the vegetables and sauteed them,

he didn't light his cigarette, and for the first time in his life, he twirled it between his fingers. As he watched Abigail

even after Abigail was

and when she saw the table of food, she smiled. "Looks like I'm

Alissa said proudly, as if she was the one who cooked the

however, sat beside her sister

of the study, and she hesitated, wondering

she smiled. "I'm not really young anymore. Abbie, get that

upstairs, then she knocked on

Greg said. She paused for a moment, but

"Lunch is ready."

step back. She wasn't related to

too, and no matter what he was doing, she'd come over and sit on his lap, demanding that he drop everything he was doing and spend some time with her. She didn't mind revealing herself

However, she was also that brazen when she went and harassed Cody. When the top brass who saw her before

was different. She knew the boundaries, and she left after she notified him. Greg squinted. It was nice of her to do that, but he felt annoyed for some reason. I don't mind you showing yourself in

was time for lunch. They noticed him looking at her, and he spaced out. They were trying to figure

of the managers mustered up his courage and said, "Why don't we talk about it later

at one." Greg cut the

as they interacted with Abigail and Valerie, and he felt warm and fuzzy. It had been a while since he had lunch with

happy