Not One, But Two!

Chapter 74

Abigail flew into a rage. "Hand over the keys, Greg!" The fact that this house was accessible to someone other than herself was highly disturbing.

Greg gave her a look as he set the table, then said nonchalantly, "It's time for lunch."

She had a feeling that he was being evasive just to get on her nerves. "I said, hand me the keys," she ground out angrily.

He crossed his arms and eyed her for a while. He made no reply, and he showed not a trace of emotion. In fact, he was outright defying her.

Abigail did not back down, either. She steeled her shoulders and stared back at him, silently challenging him.

In the end, he caved first.

"So you won't eat unless I hand you the keys?" Greg asked. There was an indulgent edge to his resigned tone that even he did not notice.

At that moment, Abigail realized how pointless the argument was. It was like they had turned into two toddlers all of a sudden. When did I get so childish? Why do I always behave like a grade school kid whenever I hang around with Greg?

"You know what? Forget it. You can keep the keys." As she said this, she walked over to the dining table and surveyed the food. She was startled to see that all her favorite dishes were laid out.

"Allie told me these were your favorites, so I brought them over. How's your wound? Is it getting better?"

"It's fine; it won't be killing me anytime soon. You can leave now," she said coldly, chasing him out despite his kind gesture.

Greg's expression turned grim. He didn't understand why Abigail was treating him so passive-aggressively and why she was picking on him all the time. Wasn't she fine before? What's wrong with her? Is it that time of the month or something?

He was never one to stay and cajole a woman, so when he saw the stony look on her face, he grabbed his jacket and chucked it into the trash. When it landed in the bin with a thud, he had already turned and left.

Abigail frowned and stared at the jacket lying crumpled in the bin. There was a dejected gleam in her eyes, and for some reason, she didn't feel like eating anymore; the food before her had inexplicably lost its allure.

When the front door slammed shut, what followed was a wave of frustration that cascaded over her.

She was supposed to find this city familiar, seeing as she grew up here. But the only things she had left behind here were nightmares and twisted memories. There was nothing in this town to make her think of it fondly.

In particular, Greg was the person she had been most intimate with, but the fabric that tied them together was close to tatters at this point.

each despondent thought crossed her mind. Frustration was welling up in her, and

and Sasha live worry-free when I'm wallowing

jacket and pulled it on, then drove over to

Abigail, and he nearly threw her out of the house. Sasha had been so shaken that it took her a while

money," Philip barked agitatedly when he saw Abigail, thinking that she was here

and she quickly asked the maids

that Emma didn't mean to offend you. She didn't think before she acted, so please don't hold it against her. We're family, after all, and we can settle this behind closed doors. There's no need to blow things out of proportion, right? Besides, you've yet to marry, and when you do, you're going to need us to

didn't offend Abigail in any way, but she certainly did not throw

said I would marry. What, do you honestly think there are men who are still interested

feel like he's won the lottery. I'll have Sasha keep an eye out for eligible bachelors for you. We'll get you a man better than Jonathan. The both of you are a thing of the past now, so don't get in a disagreement with your sister over

The nerve of this man. If I asked him to keep an eye out

one thing only: I want Emma to throw a press conference and publicly apologize to me for stealing my money, and I also want her to pay compensation. Without doing either of these, then

of your mind, Abigail?" Can't

make Jonathan leave Emma if she doesn't do as I say, and I most certainly

glass in her direction, but it missed her and smashed against the wall

darkened at once, and a strong hostility radiated from her. "Oh, were you trying to hurt me? Do you really believe I'm the same

Then, realizing that this made him look cowardly, he grew angry and bellowed, "What do you mean by that? Are you actually threatening

If Philip moved against her now, it

her after she nearly cut him with a scalpel the last time. As such, he spat furiously, "To hell with you! If you won't turn the other cheek and let this thing with Emma die down, then I won't spare you a shred of

off Abigail, she couldn't help the exasperation that seized her. Philip had retreated,

were to admit to the crime, she would never be able to marry into the Frasers. Please spare her just this once," she pleaded as tears flowed down her cheeks, and she would have looked heartbreaking

so considerate when she made trouble for me. Why should I condone her when she's

that coming by to provoke Sasha and the others would make her feel better, but after seeing the woman's melodramatic and pretentious

leaving. However, she was worried that the latter might make good on her threat and strike her, so she chased after her instead as she cried, "Abigail, don't be like this! Emma's still your

not entertain Sasha's pleading as she slid into the car,

rain

down the road. The scenery here was familiar, but it

rolled down a fraction of her window. The breeze and a misty rain drifted into the

hurried home. A self-effacing smile plastered itself across her face as she thought, Everyone seems to know where their home is, but what