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!

averted his gaze and pointed out unaffectedly, "I'm not saying that you are afraid of them, but that you shouldn't have to 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

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

Emma is in love with Jonathan, do you? The both of them are only in it for their

mind clicked when she heard his elaboration. "Didn't you just say you only intervened for your nephew's sake?" There was a glimmer of amusement in her eyes

suddenly grew uneasy. "Technically, that wasn't a lie. I'm here to negotiate for an out-of-court settlement with you so that the boy can go

out a cold

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 seem fair at

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

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

married her by now if he truly had such intentions instead of dragging out the engagement for five years." That much Abigail was sure of;

while before he pointed out sourly. "You seem to

and met his gaze, though

shrugged and said breezily, "He'll

confidence puzzling. He was so sure of this notion that she started to wonder if he was up

at the 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

"No, it's fine. I can make

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

the injury on

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

the lack of groceries.

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

couldn't care less if Jonathan and Emma got married or not. I have my own ways of dealing with this,

implying that she did not agree with his

immediately as he demanded, "What does that mean? Do you have residual feelings for Jonathan or something? Or was he telling the truth when he

his behavior a little bewildering. "Okay, what are we

came by my place today and told my mom that you're his girlfriend. He also told her that he wanted to bring you over to meet her in person, because he 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

stunned to hear this. Jonathan went to see Old Madam Buckley this morning and spun her

kids were 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 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

nothing going on

let's just stick to my