Not One, But Two!

Chapter 73

Greg didn't seem to have noticed how stiff Abigail had become. After toweling her hair, he asked, "Where's the hairdryer?"

"Oh, it's in the bathroom. I'll get it myself," Abigail muttered as she snapped out of her reverie.

He had taken her by surprise earlier when he toweled her hair. She had always dried her own hair without the help of others, but that aside, the intimacy of the moment earlier did not seem to fit into the dynamics between her and Greg.

She retrieved the hairdryer from the bathroom, but she did not turn it on immediately after she walked out. Instead, she eyed Greg curiously as she asked, "So what was it about Emma that you wanted to talk about? I didn't know you had so much time on your hands to butt into someone else's business, Mr. Buckley."

"We'll talk about her after you blow-dry your hair. I don't want you catching a cold." With that, Greg grabbed the hairdryer and began to help her dry her damp locks.

She tried to stop him, but all she got in return was a nonchalant warning. "Don't move, or you'll suffer when your hair gets tangled up in the hairdryer."

Upon hearing this, Abigail stopped moving immediately. She had long hair, and if it really did get tangled up in the blades of the hairdryer, then the consequences could be drastic for her. However, that didn't distract her from how close she and Greg were in proximity, which was enough to make her uneasy.

Before her hair was fully dry, she seized the opportunity to gather her hair into a bundle and scurry away from him, saying, "That's enough."

"Your hair isn't even dry!"

"Did you come here during work hours just to blow-dry my hair for me? How very altruistic of you, Mr. Buckley!" she pointed out sarcastically.

Greg bristled at this. He couldn't explain why he offered to blow-dry her hair, but he did know that he didn't like seeing her hair dripping wet. Not even Genevieve had had such a privilege, and yet here was Abigail, who seemed to take offense at his gesture.

He had too much pride to cajole her, and he was never one to bend to others' will. A grim look passed over his face when he saw how indifferent and arrogant she was. He tossed the hairdryer aside and said curtly, "Jonathan is my nephew; surely it isn't wrong for me to intervene on behalf of his girlfriend."

The answer got on Abigail's nerves more than she would care to admit. "Really? Well, aren't you a saint, Mr. Buckley? But how are you so sure that I'd be willing to settle this out of court?"

Greg knew of the strife that existed between Abigail and the rest of the Kains. In truth, if he weren't so desperate to marry Jonathan off and get him out of his way, he couldn't care less about what happened to the Kains. That said, Abigail's sharp tone still annoyed him.

"There's no point in letting this thing blow up. Even if you managed to get Emma thrown into prison, what good will that do for you? Sasha and Philip aren't just going to let you get away with it."

"And you think I'm afraid of them?" Abigail snorted impassively.

Greg found this fearless and arrogant side of her inexplicably attractive. I must be going crazy!

break a sweat over a situation like this. Jonathan will only keep pestering you, and Emma wouldn't give up without a fight. You'd have your hands full trying to get them off your back, so you might as well sit back and

to wrap her head around his argument. "Why would Emma and

their own interests, and once their interests are in

in Abigail's mind clicked when she heard his elaboration. "Didn't you just say you only intervened for your nephew's sake?" There

I'm here to negotiate for an out-of-court settlement with you so that the boy can go on his

letting out a cold bark of

only wanted Emma to be released so that he could use her as a pawn against Jonathan, but Abigail had nothing to do with his plans. In fact, she wouldn't gain anything out of it. Emma would not face retribution for what she had done to her, and this didn't

Since Emma was the one who scheduled that surgery, let her do it. I don't care about the money, but I won't tolerate her ruining

sort this out for themselves, and you'll be spared from the messy aftermath, not to mention preserve your reputation. I told the police to release Emma only after she publicly apologized to you, and when she does, everyone will know her true nature. Do you think she would be able to marry into any other elite family after that? She would have no choice but to stick to Jonathan and force him into marrying

instead of dragging out the engagement for five years." That much Abigail was sure of; from the looks of it, Jonathan didn't love Emma enough to want

thoughtfully for a while before he pointed out

looked up and met his gaze, though she made no reply

shrugged and said breezily, "He'll marry

He was so sure of this notion that

time. It was nearly noon. "You hungry? I'll whip up some food for you." He didn't wait for her to respond before taking off his jacket and rolling

at him, then quickly said, "No, it's

only got hurt because of me. It would be unconscionable of me to allow you

How's the injury on

stiffened at this. After thinking about it for a moment, he flashed her a roguish smile and jokingly replied, "I'd like to think of the injury as a badge of honor. Kind of manly, right?" However, all the

by the lack of groceries. "I'll order takeout later, so don't trouble

and somewhat hostile ever since she had a meal at his place, and

if Jonathan and Emma got married or

that she did not agree with

that mean? Do you have residual feelings for Jonathan or something? Or was he telling the truth when he said you two are still a

a little bewildering. "Okay, what are

apparently plans on marrying you. Is that something you'd be interested in?" Greg didn't notice at all how angry he sounded when he said this, like he was playing the role of a

went to see Old Madam Buckley this morning and spun her

want Valerie to think she was still pining after her grandson. Who knows what Old Madam Buckley will think of me? She might even question the girls' birth story! I should have done more than throw Jonathan over my shoulder this morning; I ought to have punched the lights out of

going on

just stick to