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.

open, and Emma barged in. When she saw

so shameless as to try and seduce my boyfriend, Abigail?!" she shrieked as she paced over

of your mind, Emma?" he growled. The tea

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 helping

utensils and decidedly rose from her seat, declaring coldly, "I'm full. You two go ahead and hash things out while I make

can drop you

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

to come by and ruin it for him. Infuriated, he shrugged her off none-too-gently and snapped, "Go home and think about what you did instead of wrecking my day here! Move!" Then, he

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

Emma staggered and nearly crashed to the floor. To add insult to injury, she had

had he shown her the same adoration

shrieked, "You're a shameless homewrecker, Abigail! How dare

had no plans of entertaining Emma at first, but it seemed as if the latter was only all too happy to rile her up, not to mention she

else's man." Emma then turned to look at Jonathan with a maniacal expression and decided 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 is! Just what do you see in a

were members of the upper-class society among the crowd in Swanson Hut. Presently, they were watching this free-for-all with interest, and they began to whisper among themselves after hearing what Emma said about Abigail. When they turned to appraise the latter, it

Abigail's face as rage threatened to consume her. Whose fault was it that I became a mother to four-year-olds? And yet the culprit has the audacity to stand here and mock me for it. She was starting to regret agreeing with Greg when

to spare Emma even if the wretched girl got down

to forgive you? It's easy. You just have to go up to her and give her

this, he became very still. It was unseemly for a man to be caught abusing a woman. More importantly, they were at

can't we use some other way

you never really meant to ask for my

incensed that she ran down 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

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

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

be over! Jonathan, you're completely bewitched

Without warning,

being forgiven by Abigail, and he was so hopeful

time, Emma burst into tears. She leaped up

turned away. She had no interest in sticking around to see them rip each other's throat's

just walked out of Swanson Hut when she saw Greg leaning against his car. He was eyeing her in amusement as

wait for me, did you?" she asked in a voice that was heavy with implication, but this

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

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