Not One, But Two!

Chapter 76

"Are you out of your damn mind, Greg?" Abigail muttered through gritted teeth as she glowered at the man at the customer service counter balefully. She didn't consider herself to have a short fuse, but ever since she met Greg, she was almost always tempestuous. Right now, she was on the verge of running over and smacking him upside in the head.

Greg seemed perfectly at ease as he pointed at Abigail and announced to the eager-looking crowd, "That there is my wife! Those of you in line before her, hink about my offer carefully. We're really in a rush right now, so if you leave and let her move up the line, then you'll get five hundred in cold, hard cash!"

"Me, me, me!" None of the customers waiting in line before Abigail hesitated to take up the offer, and they immediately left the queue to claim their reward like a murder of crows.

The ones who dropped by the supermarket were average working folks or nannies who worked for blue-blood families. Five hundred in cash was more than enough to cover their groceries for the day.

As expected, Abigail ended up being the first in line to checkout.

Greg sauntered up to her with a devilish smile. "Come on, pay up and leave."

She shot him a murderous look and said huffily, "You're insane!" She proceeded to check out the groceries in her basket while he called someone to bring cash over to fulfill his promise to the ten customers who had given up their spots at the counter.

When Abigail had bagged up her things, she walked out of the supermarket with Greg in tow.

She cast a sidelong glance at his empty hands, which were shoved into the pockets of his pants. Then, she looked at the grocery carrier bag she was holding. It seemed as if he had no intention of helping her at all, so she shoved the bag unceremoniously into his arms. "Next time you go shopping with a woman, make sure you offer to carry her bag. That's the mark of a gentleman."

Surprised by the bag thrown his way, he quickly caught it. Frowning, he asked, "I thought women were into bad boys."

"That's an outdated notion; most women are into gentlemen now who take impeccable care of them. Gentlemen, got it?"

"Not at all."

"And that's why you're a jerk," Abigail threw the words coldly over her shoulder as she walked away from him.

Greg didn't like the fact that he had just been called a jerk for no reason. His brows drew together, but he couldn't make a retort. The carrier bag she had thrown to him was also surprisingly heavy.

Considering that she was the mother of his daughters, he decided to let her win. Swallowing his frustration, he followed her to the parking lot and found his car, then placed the supermarket haul into the trunk. After that, he drove her to the hospital.

He knew that Abigail would not rest easy until she saw the girl from the accident pull through without a hitch.

It wasn't until they had pulled up outside the hospital that Abigail realized she didn't have her phone with her. I must have left it in the car back at the crash scene. She turned around and extended an arm toward Greg, saying, "Lend me money."

He tossed his wallet to her and said nonchalantly, "There's a bank card in there, and the pin is 105666. Just swipe it; I don't have cash with me at the moment."

She was just about to ask him to transfer her the money instead when she remembered that she didn't have her phone. As such, she opened his wallet to take out the card, only to see a woman's headshot in one of the dockets.

The woman had a sweet and delicate look about her that distinguished her from Abigail. She's obviously someone raised with a silver spoon in her mouth. The thought of this gutted Abigail for some reason, and she turned to ask Greg casually, "Is this your girlfriend?"

recalled that he had, indeed, kept Genevieve's picture in his wallet. The picture was taken during her high school graduation, and he had kept

Sometimes, habits could kill.

his silence for admission. "She's pretty," she commented, though there was a bitter look in her eyes that did not match the placid smile on

girlfriend, and she was also acutely aware that nothing could ever

only end up getting hurt. With that in mind, she squared her shoulders and slipped

pay you back later." Then, she stepped out of

cash, then bought a phone from the nearby store and a phone card. Then, having committed her bank card details to memory,

Greg did not leave even after Abigail had disappeared through the hospital doors.

had already wrapped up.

up in the VIP intensive care unit,

alone in the room. Seeing as she would have nothing better to do even if she were to go home, Abigail decidedly asked for an extra bed to be set up in

stages. She asked for antiseptic from the nurse

until three hours later, and she was

I'm Abigail. We got into an accident together. Do

The girl nodded weakly.

have all been accounted for, so just recuperate in peace. You can come to me for anything at all, and I'll try my best to help you out," Abigail said

was partially my fault as well. I was in such a rush that I dashed out into the street when I saw your car

needn't worry about it. All you have to do now is focus on

her name, and it would take a toll on her if she were to fork out her own medical fees. She glanced at Abigail then and asked quietly, "Miss Abigail, could you give me your bank

do you

job and get my first pay. I'll pay you back for the medical fees and whatnot. After all, you weren't entirely in the wrong in

Anastasia's offer. By the looks of this alone, she was sure that

you major

"Financial management."

give you a job recommendation once you get better. Now, get some rest.

just said this when Greg walked into the room with a bag of food. "Karen made chicken soup and other food as well. I was thinking the girl might be awake soon, and she

him in surprise, then asked, "Did

the world are you talking about?" He found her absolutely infuriating at times, as if she wasn't capable of holding

down for good. Otherwise, you wouldn't be hanging around here

bring food to you and watch you eat up every last morsel. They were worried that you would skip out on your meals when you're left alone. I wouldn't be here if it weren't for their pestering," he said sardonically, not at all happy that his kind gesture

laughed and asked, "Miss

no time in refuting this. "As if I

Anastasia. "Here you go, young lady.

said as she

and said, "Come on,