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!

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

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

them are only in it for their own interests, and once their interests are in conflict, do you sincerely believe she would stick by him no

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

negotiate for an out-of-court settlement with you so that the boy can go on his merry way and get

help letting out a

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

one who

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

would have married her by now if he truly had such intentions instead of dragging out the engagement for five years." That

for a while before he pointed

looked up and met his gaze, though

shrugged and said

this notion that she started to

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 up his

quickly said, "No, it's fine. I can make

It would be unconscionable of me to allow you

How's the injury

and jokingly replied, "I'd like to think of the injury as a badge of honor. Kind of manly, right?" However, all the humor went out of him when he opened the fridge and saw that there was nothing inside. He frowned and

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

ever since she had a meal at his place, and Greg couldn't help asking, "What's

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

implying that she did not agree with his very

demanded, "What does that mean? Do you have residual feelings for Jonathan or something? Or was

bewildering. "Okay, what are we talking

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

to hear this. Jonathan went to

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

on between Jonathan and

just stick