Not One, But Two!

Chapter 87

Abigail could no longer remember why exactly she fell in love with Jonathan. She had a faint impression that he had given her some bread, so that she could fill her tummy after starving for an entire day. That was how she fell in love with the boy, whose face lit up like the sun whenever he smiled.

Now Abigail realized how innocent and simple-minded she was.

She sneered, "I don't know if I like him or not. I was probably blind. Shut up and let me rest."

With that, she closed her eyes straightaway.

Faced with the unwelcome response, Greg decided not to discuss it further with her. He, too, leaned against his seat and shut his eyes for some rest.

The helicopter took off, and Abigail gradually fell asleep. By the time she opened her eyes again, the helicopter had already landed in Harrion.

Greg stretched and moved his head from side to side as he said, "Let's eat at my house. The children are all there."

"Sure."

Abigail did not refuse.

She was extremely exhausted after the surgery, and she wanted more than anything to just lie down and sleep. However, she had to deliver Arianna's medicine, and Alissa's body needed checking as well.

Greg led Abigail out of the helicopter and walked right through the VIP lane. Just then, a huge crowd of journalists appeared out of nowhere, surrounding Greg and Abigail in an instant.

"Mr. Buckley, is this your girlfriend?"

"Mr. Buckley, rumor has it that you always had a girlfriend you grew up with. Have you broken up with her?"

As soon as the questions were asked, Greg knew right away that this was the work of Genevieve.

She dared not admit her relationship with him, but she still wanted to flaunt it in front of Abigail.

A hint of anger flashed across Greg's eyes, but it soon disappeared.

Abigail's eyebrows scrunched up as she looked toward Greg and asked, "What's going on?"

"I'll deal with it."

Greg feared that the journalists would touch Abigail's wound by accident, so he instantly pulled her into his arms. Then, he looked at the journalists and asked viciously, "Which one of you asked me about a girlfriend I grew up with?"

Greg's gaze fell upon the journalist, who immediately felt a chill run down her spine.

"Me," the journalist responded gingerly.

The corners of Greg's mouth lifted slightly.

"So you expect someone to date whoever they grew up with? Has this supposed girlfriend of mine ever announced our relationship by any means?"

His questions made the journalist feel very awkward, for she didn't know how to answer them.

Greg glanced at her name card and said lightly, "As a journalist, you should be reporting only the truth. You have to do research before mentioning things you only heard about, don't you agree?"

The journalist suddenly felt terribly pressured.

She was beginning to regret taking on this task just for money.

"You're right, Mr. Buckley."

"So you'd better go back and start over, lest other people in the media get affected by you."

With that, Greg strode away.

The journalist was left dumbfounded.

What does he mean by 'start over'?

She still couldn't understand at first, but she soon received a call from her company to learn that she had been fired.

Greg didn't say anything about it, and he simply shielded Abigail all the way to the car. He didn't look too pleased when he saw Troy.

"Look something up for me. Which companies did all the journalists today belong to? I want all those companies gone from Harrion by tomorrow morning."

voice was

the whole ordeal, for she was a little uncomfortable with

probably the real

beg for mercy on behalf of those people. Since they had chosen to earn

two got into the car that Abigail realized that Greg's hand was still on her shoulder. Even the faint cigarette smell

slightly and coughed as she said, "Shouldn't you move your hand away

tired. Lend me your

Greg placed his head against her

skipped

"Hey, watch yourself."

so can't you be more compassionate? We've slept together before, so letting me lean against

really knew the best ways to provoke

Abigail gritted her teeth.

be sleeping with such

mentioning that incident, as if she should be honored to

reached out her hand and placed it precisely on Greg's

froze ever

What does this mean?

she flirting

she have

should I get the driver to put up the

feel his blood

as she said,

on her face as her fingers changed direction and reached in

Greg's heart raced.

Oh f*ck!

This is too daring!

prefers it like

a pinch, which sent him howling in pain. He subconsciously moved to avoid her, but they were in

did you pinch

pinching the

It hurts like hell!

retracted her hand and said nonchalantly, "Weren't you looking forward to it

really wanted to slap

think I was looking forward

was looking forward

realized what he was thinking, and he was

more often recently, and

he was at a disadvantage, but he couldn't possibly tell anyone about it. He huffed and sat back in the seat, then reached out to undo his

"What are you doing?"

looked at him warily, ready to kick him away if he did

and said, "I'm checking if

his pants

immediately turned bright red, all the

she really had to hand

averted

was turning black and blue, so he gritted his

"What?"

her

Greg was instantly brooding.

hit her because she was a woman, and he also couldn't sleep with her, since

Damn it!

did I end up cornering myself to this

furiously, "I'll

Abigail instantly laughed.

can

Greg had

fireworks had bloomed inside him, and he couldn't help gazing at

had a dimple that was faintly visible

coughed and said, "If you don't put your pants back on, I'll guarantee you a

his underwear in the car, so he suddenly had