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!

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

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

with Jonathan, do you? The both of them are only in it for their own interests, and once their interests are in conflict, do you sincerely

you only intervened for your nephew's sake?" There was a glimmer of

I'm here to negotiate for an out-of-court settlement

letting out a

use her as a pawn against Jonathan, but Abigail had nothing to do with his plans.

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 my

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?

truly had such intentions instead of dragging out the engagement for five years." That much Abigail was sure of; from the looks of it, Jonathan didn't

while before he pointed out sourly. "You seem to know

and met his gaze, though she made no reply

said

confidence puzzling. He was so sure of this

hungry? I'll whip

then quickly said, "No, it's

It would be unconscionable of me to allow you to make your own food, don't

the injury on your

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

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

a meal at his place, and Greg couldn't help asking, "What's up with you? Do you have a problem with

"Your plan is swell and all, Greg, but honestly, I couldn't care less if Jonathan and Emma got married or not. I

she did not agree with

have residual feelings for Jonathan or something?

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

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

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

nothing going on between Jonathan

let's just stick