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.

room slammed open, and Emma barged in. When she saw that Jonathan was putting food on Abigail's plate,

she paced over to the table. She grabbed a cup

reached out an arm and deflected the tea in time. "Are you out of your mind, Emma?" he growled. The tea was not as hot as it had been earlier,

police station? And yet here you are, happily dining with her instead of helping me. Do you even love me at

and she had lost her appetite. She set down her utensils and decidedly rose from her seat, declaring coldly, "I'm full.

can drop you

quickly tried to follow suit, but he was pulled back by Emma, who had a vise-like grip on his arm as she stomped

time with Abigail, but Emma just had to come by and ruin it for him. Infuriated, he

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

having been shrugged off aggressively by Jonathan, Emma staggered and nearly crashed to the floor. To add insult to injury, she had seen how

once had he shown her the same adoration he had for Abigail. What does she have that I don't? Why is Jonathan fawning

as she shrieked, "You're a shameless homewrecker, Abigail! How dare you try

latter was only all too happy to rile her up, not to mention she

to spill the ugly truth of Abigail's past. "Don't be fooled by her, Jonathan. She might not be married, but she has kids and doesn't even know who the father

the crowd in Swanson Hut. Presently, they were watching this free-for-all with interest, and they began to whisper among themselves after

a mother to four-year-olds? And yet the culprit has the audacity to stand here

she didn't think she would want to spare Emma even if the wretched girl got down on her knees and begged

takes for me to forgive you? It's

a man to be caught abusing a woman. More importantly, they

can't we use some other way

you never really meant to ask for my forgiveness in the

stairs and took off one of her heels, then hurled it in Abigail's direction as she screamed, "You wh*re! You're trying to come between me and Jonathan! I ought to

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 over her menacingly as he bit out, "I don't know what you're thinking, but you're humiliating me

pain had yet to ebb before she registered that he had broken up with

she cried, "No, I don't want us to be over! Jonathan, you're completely bewitched by her.

Without warning, Jonathan slapped her

people like Jonathan who would throw away everything to reach their goals. He was so obsessed with being forgiven by Abigail, and he was so hopeful that they might get back together and start afresh that he didn't mind casting

burst into

no interest in sticking around to see them rip each other's throat's out, as entertaining as

when she saw Greg leaning against his car. He was eyeing her in amusement as he said, "Well done, Dr. Kain. I must say that was an impressive move, turning them against

did you?" she asked in a voice that was heavy with

have dinner. You got a problem with