Not One, But Two!

Chapter 77

Jonathan didn't take kindly to the remark, either. He didn't understand what Greg had meant by that. It took something close to a miracle for him to be able to go out with Abigail like this.

However, Abigail simply ignored Greg, and it went without saying that Jonathan dared not offend the man. In the end, Greg's repartee went unentertained, and he was so angry that he stormed off.

He probably deserved it, he thought. He should have known better than to worry about Abigail's meals, and he most certainly should not have been worried about her gastric acting up again.

After watching Greg leave, Abigail sighed and said somberly, "Come on."

She and Jonathan found themselves outside the Swanson Hut. The establishment was almost always packed with customers, but thankfully, Jonathan was a regular here, and they had reserved a private dining room especially for him.

Upon entering the private room, Jonathan earnestly poured out a glass of water for Abigail as he said, "The food here is amazing. Is there anything you're craving for? I remember how much you used to like albondigas. Shall I ask them to serve that up first?"

In contrast to his enthusiastic and lively demeanor, Abigail was pointedly indifferent. "Whatever. I don't really care what we eat." As she said this, she set the glass of water he had poured out for her aside, then poured out her own glass.

He stiffened at the sight of this. Now she won't even touch the water I poured out for her, he thought sullenly. "Are you still mad about what happened five years ago, Abbie? You have to know that I didn't mean to be so hard on you. It was Emma who—"

"Can you just let me have my meal in peace? I'm starving," she cut him off brusquely.

She didn't want to hear about his thoughts on Emma, and she most definitely didn't want to hear about the incident five years ago. She had been such an idiot back then, and in hindsight, Jonathan had never really loved her, either.

Upon seeing how stormy her face was, Jonathan stopped talking immediately, but not before saying, "Okay, if it's peace you want, then I'll be really quiet from now on."

He was eager to please her like an obedient husband, but it was a shame that Abigail didn't care for him anymore.

It didn't take long for the dishes to be served, and they were all Abigail's favorites. She didn't hesitate to take up her utensils and began to dig in.

Throughout this, Jonathan tried to make conversation, but he was so intimidated by her that he decided to keep his mouth shut.

The private room was deathly silent, so much so that the atmosphere bore down on them like a dense storm cloud.

Just then, the approaching staccato of heels sounded from outside the doorway.

Abigail frowned and set her utensils down.

"What's wrong? Are you done with your meal? You didn't eat much at all. Here, try the foie gras; it's really good," Jonathan said as he gave her a helping of the foie gras.

Emma barged in. When she saw

she shrieked as she paced over to the table. She grabbed a cup of tea and immediately hurled its contents

in time. "Are you out of your mind, Emma?" he growled. The tea was not as hot as it had been earlier, but

okay? Why did you do that for her? Don't you know she had me thrown into a holding cell at the police station? And yet here you are, happily dining with her instead of

set down her utensils and decidedly

I can drop you

but he was pulled back by Emma, who had a vise-like grip

Emma just had to come by and ruin it for him. Infuriated, he shrugged her off none-too-gently

I didn't ask her to come here. I really didn't. You hardly ate anything at all. Should we go someplace else? Maybe

had seen how he chased after Abigail like some lovesick labrador, and the sight

was always the one who tried to please him. Never once had he shown her the same adoration he had for Abigail. What does she

a shameless homewrecker, Abigail! How dare you try to steal my man! You're a downright tramp just

was only all too happy to rile her up, not to mention she had dragged Abigail's mother into this. Refusing to stand

your mother are both tramps who always pined after someone else's man." Emma then turned to look at Jonathan with a maniacal expression and decided to spill the

with interest, and they began to

the culprit has the audacity to stand here and mock me for it. She was starting to regret agreeing with Greg when he suggested they release

want to spare Emma even if the wretched girl got down on her knees and

she said, "You want to know what it takes for me to forgive you? It's easy. You just have to go up to her and

this, he became very still. It was unseemly for a man to be caught abusing a woman. More importantly, they were at Swanson Hut, and everyone here had

can't we use some other way

"Looks like you never really

it in Abigail's direction as she screamed, "You wh*re! You're trying to come between me and Jonathan! I ought to beat you to

Can't you just give it a break already?" Jonathan deftly caught Emma's shoe and barreled toward her, then slapped her hard across the face. She fell to the ground in a graceless heap, and he towered

believe that he had actually struck her, but the pain had yet to ebb before she registered that he had broken up with

don't want us to be over! Jonathan, you're completely bewitched by her.

warning, Jonathan slapped

being forgiven by Abigail, and he was so hopeful that they might get back together and start afresh that he didn't mind casting Emma

had yet to wane when Jonathan struck her again, and this time, Emma burst into tears. She leaped up to her feet

no interest in sticking around to see them rip each other's

He was eyeing her in amusement as he said, "Well done, Dr.

you?" she

here to have dinner. You got a problem with that? Is Swanson Hut some exclusive club of