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!

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

at him as she tried to wrap her head around his argument. "Why would Emma and

of them are only in it for their own

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

an out-of-court settlement with

letting out

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

injured, and Allie is still in a delicate condition. Since Emma was the one who scheduled that surgery, let her do it. I don't care about the money, but I won't

only after she publicly apologized to you, and when she does,

dragging out the engagement for five years." That much Abigail was

while before he pointed out

though she made no reply to

shrugged and said breezily, "He'll

Abigail found his confidence puzzling. He was so sure of this notion that she started to

nearly noon. "You hungry? I'll whip up some food for you." He didn't wait for her to respond

him, then quickly said, "No, it's fine. I can make my own

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

hurt too! How's the injury

the injury as a badge of honor. Kind of manly, right?" However,

the lack of groceries. "I'll order

had been distant and somewhat hostile ever since she had a meal at his place, and Greg couldn't help asking, "What's up with

if Jonathan and Emma got married or not. I have my own ways of dealing with this, and I

that she did not

have residual feelings for Jonathan or something? Or was he telling the truth

behavior a little bewildering. "Okay, what are

wanted to bring you over to meet her in person, because he apparently plans on marrying you. Is that something you'd be interested

was a little stunned to hear this. Jonathan went to see Old Madam Buckley this morning and spun

still over at Greg's place. She didn't want Valerie to think she was still pining after her grandson. Who knows what Old Madam Buckley will think of

on

then, let's just stick to my