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 terribly

anything throughout the whole ordeal, for she was a little uncomfortable

probably

ask any questions, nor did she beg for mercy on behalf of those people. Since they had chosen to earn money off of this, to challenge Greg's power, they should have

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

she said, "Shouldn't you move your hand away

tired. Lend

his head against her

skipped a

"Hey, watch yourself."

We've slept together before, so letting me lean against you shouldn't be a

the best

Abigail gritted her teeth.

years ago that she would be sleeping

kept mentioning that incident, as if she should be honored to have slept

out her hand and placed it precisely on

froze ever

What does this mean?

flirting with

does she

Abigail, should I get the driver to put

his blood boiling in

smiled lightly as she said, "No,

her face as her fingers changed direction

Greg's heart raced.

Oh f*ck!

This is too daring!

prefers it

her, but they were in a car

why did you

the inside of

It hurts like hell!

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

wanted to slap

she think I was looking

looking

what he was

desiring Abigail more and more often recently, and it wasn't

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

"What are you doing?"

warily, ready to kick him away if he did anything to

if there's a bruise.

his pants

immediately turned bright red, all the way to

shamelessness, she really had

hastily averted her

his thigh was turning black and blue, so he gritted his teeth

"What?"

rolled her eyes

Greg was instantly brooding.

was a woman, and he also couldn't sleep with

Damn it!

end up

said furiously, "I'll slap myself to

Abigail instantly laughed.

can

Greg had pleased

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

herself didn't know that she had a dimple that was faintly visible when she laughed. She did

"If you don't put your

realized that he was wearing only his underwear in the car, so he suddenly had the