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

anything throughout the whole ordeal, for she was a little uncomfortable with the man's

probably the real

didn't ask any questions, nor did she beg for mercy on behalf of those people. Since they had chosen to

that Abigail realized that Greg's hand was still on

and coughed as she said, "Shouldn't

Lend me your

that, Greg placed his head against her

involuntarily skipped a few

"Hey, watch yourself."

up, so can't you be more compassionate? We've slept together before,

best

Abigail gritted her teeth.

years ago that she would be sleeping with such a jerk,

if she

hand and placed it

froze ever

What does this mean?

she flirting with

does she

Abigail, should I get the driver to put

his blood boiling in

she said, "No,

face as her fingers

Greg's heart raced.

Oh f*ck!

This is too daring!

prefers it

howling in pain. He subconsciously moved to avoid her, but they were in a car with limited space, so he hit

why did you pinch

pinching the inside of my

It hurts like hell!

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

to slap

she think I was looking

looking forward

suddenly realized what he was thinking, and he was

found himself desiring Abigail more and more often

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?"

warily, ready to kick him away

said, "I'm checking if there's

took off his

immediately turned bright red, all the

really had

averted

the inside of his thigh was turning black and blue, so he gritted

"What?"

her eyes

Greg was instantly brooding.

was a woman, and he also couldn't sleep with her, since they weren't in

Damn it!

end up cornering myself

"I'll slap

Abigail instantly laughed.

stupid can

had to admit that Greg had pleased

he felt as if fireworks had bloomed inside him, and he couldn't help

that she had a dimple that was faintly visible when she

you don't put your

was wearing only his underwear in the car, so he