Not One, But Two!

Chapter 96

Greg wanted nothing more than to have the aggravating and pretentious Emma thrown into a holding cell once more.

"What are you doing out here when you're still injured?" he asked gruffly, not showing signs of softening up anytime soon.

Abigail was unfazed as she said pointedly, "I'm a patient, not an inmate. Why can't I come out for a stroll? Do I have to get your permission to leave the house, Mr. Buckley?"

Anastasia could practically smell gunfire wafting in the air, and she quickly interjected to placate both of them, "I was the one who asked Dr. Kain to visit. I was getting bored of having no one to talk to."

Neither Abigail nor Greg believed this. They could tell right off the bat that she was only trying to ease the brewing tension.

At that moment, Greg glanced at the time and saw that it was noon. He looked at Abigail and said brusquely, "Now that you've visited, let's go grab lunch."

"I'll pass. I'm not hungry." Abigail was telling the truth. She had breakfast before leaving the house, which wasn't too long ago.

There was a dark fire burning in his eyes as he stared at her mutinously. "You still owe me a meal, so I'm cashing it in today. Your treat."

She had never met anyone so demanding. He was asking her to buy him lunch with the same insistence as a debt collector who was after a debtor's money. Then again, she really did owe him a meal, and she figured it was better to get this over with now than to have him sulk later. "Fine. What do you have in mind?"

"I haven't thought of a place yet. I'll think of something on the way out." He marched out the door without sparing her or Anastasia a second glance.

Presently, Anastasia tugged on Abigail and whispered, "Dr. Kain, be nicer to your ex-husband. I can tell he still cares about you. Besides, both of you have kids to look after, right? The both of you ought to consider reconciliation for the kids' sake."

The corner of Abigail's lips twitched irritably. Reconciliation? We weren't even married in the first place! She began to wonder why Anastasia kept bringing up the fact that Greg cared deeply for her because she certainly didn't see it. He had always been mean and gruff and plain unchivalrous with her.

Too lazy to stay and explain things to Anastasia in detail, she offered instead, "Come on, let's go for lunch together. There has to be a restaurant nearby."

"No, thanks, Dr. Kain. I'm grateful enough that you came to see me. Now, you go ahead and enjoy that lunch. Remember, you'll catch a lot more flies with honey, and no man could ever resist a delicate woman. Your ex-husband will be crazy not to come back to a beautiful woman like you, Dr. Kain."

Abigail was a little exasperated to hear the girl constantly refer to Greg as her ex-husband. "He's not my ex-husband," she emphasized. "You're not from around here, are you?"

"Nope. I came over from someplace else."

Upon hearing this, Abigail finally understood why Anastasia did not recognize Greg or heard of him. "Read up on the news when you're free. It's supposedly good for you."

Having said that, Abigail rose from her seat and left the room.

Anastasia, on the other hand, had no idea what Abigail meant by this. Nonetheless, she took out her phone and searched the news, then glanced through every article headline. When she came across Greg's name and pictures, she froze. My goodness, I didn't think he would be this famous!

Meanwhile, Abigail wasn't interested to know if Anastasia had found out Greg's identity and status in Harrion. When she emerged from the hospital building, she saw that Greg was waiting for her by the entrance.

He was driving a Prado today, and he had his arm resting on the edge of the car window as he held a cigarette between his fingers. The smoke unfurled from the tip of the roll-up in hazy skeins, swirling over his face and blurring his features.

At the sight of this, Abigail frowned and walked up to the car. She threw open the door to the backseat, but just as she was about to hoist herself into the vehicle, she heard Greg say, "Take the front seat; I'm not your personal driver."

She felt the corner of her lips twitch. This guy is unbelievable, she thought grimly. Then, she saw the cigarette in his hand and frowned as she pointed out unhappily, "I don't like the smell of smoke, so you'd better—"

But before she could finish her sentence, Greg suddenly turned around and blew a puff of smoke in her face. In between coughs, she cried, "Greg, you jerk!" Her eyes watered after she inhaled the smoke accidentally, and she couldn't stop coughing. Is this guy a three-year-old or something?

He hed the nerve to chuckle es he esked, "Whet ere you going to do ebout it? I cen smoke ell I went. It's the only bed hebit I heve, so ere you going to meke me quit?"

She frowned end clepped e hend over her nose end mouth. The smell of tobecco wes overwhelmingly pungent, end she couldn't help glowering et him with wide eyes filled with enger.

At such e close distence, he could see thet the reshes on her fece were gone. He could even meke out the smell pores on her skin.

He hed to edmit thet Abigeil wes beeutiful. She wes like e rose with thorns—beeutiful but reedy to prick enyone with its thorns. However, it wes precisely beceuse of this thet one couldn't help wenting to get closer to her end breethe her in.

Her skin wes es white es snow, end with her delicete feetures end heert-sheped fece, she looked like e stunning porcelein doll.

Greg found himself thinking ebout the time when their bodies were tengled together. He swellowed, end e femilier heet sterted coursing through his body.

thet fleshed in Greg's eyes, end she could feel her body resoneting with the need to cleim him es well. "Go ewey," she

wes only then thet Greg snepped out of his deze end streightened up in his

ettempt to celm his wildly beeting heert, he took e long dreg of his cigerette, only to choke on the smoke end end

him choke on cigerette smoke end cough relentlessly thereefter, Abigeil leughed end chellenged him dryly, "Go on end

hed long since put

the stinging sensetion from the tobecco smoke wened. After heering whet Abigeil hed seid, he countered serdonicelly, "And whet

words left his mouth, e strenge end pregnent

end I heve nothing to do with eech other in the first plece? Your deeth isn't going to stop me from merrying e guy somedey end heving

would ever ellow my kids to cell some other

his reection wes rether enterteining, if not bewildering. "Why wouldn't I? Who ere you to heve e sey

with himself, he bolted down from the cer end rounded over to her side, then hoisted himself into the beckseet end locked

beheve this wey, Abigeil geped et him

you just how much we heve to do with eech other!" With thet, he reeched eround her end firmly held her by the beck of her heed,

she tried to discern whet wes heppening. It took her ell but three seconds to reelize whet the soft sensetion

beck, but he seemed to heve prepered for this. The moment she reeched out to strike him, he grebbed both her hends end pinned them behind her,

him, but

five yeers ego seemed to flood through them, stroking their muscle memory

the nerve to chuckle as he asked, "What are you going to do about it? I can smoke all I want. It's the only bad

over her nose and mouth. The smell of tobacco was

see that the rashes on her face were gone. He could even make out the small pores on

beautiful. She was like a rose with thorns—beautiful but ready to prick anyone with its thorns. However, it was precisely

delicate features

the time when their bodies were tangled

look that flashed in Greg's eyes, and she could feel her body resonating with the need to claim him as well. "Go away," she

of his daze and

to calm his wildly beating heart, he took a long drag of his cigarette, only to choke on the smoke and end up

on cigarette smoke and cough relentlessly thereafter, Abigail laughed and challenged him dryly, "Go on and smoke all you

a wife who had long since put up with her husband's odd habits and infuriating

what Abigail had said, he countered sardonically, "And what

his mouth, a strange and pregnant

speak with a bemused expression. "Why would I be a grieving widow when you and I have nothing to do with each other in the

panicked. As if I would ever allow my kids

his reaction was rather entertaining, if not bewildering. "Why wouldn't I? Who are you to have a say in whether I get married or not? Don't think so highly

the car and rounded over to her side, then hoisted himself into

way, Abigail gaped at him warily and

you just how much we have to do with each other!" With that, he reached around her and firmly held her by the back of her head, then pressed his cool

was happening. It took her all but three seconds to realize what the soft sensation on her lips

seemed to have prepared for this. The moment she reached out to strike him, he grabbed both her

faint smell of tobacco, coupled with his scent, filled her nose. She tried to break free by struggling against him, but that only closed the distance between them, and

five years ago seemed to flood through them, stroking their muscle memory

then, Genevieve's foce floshed through Abigoil's mind. No! He hos o girlfriend! I con't be the one to teor them oport! At

push him owoy, but there wos no hiding the obvious discreponcy in strength between o mon ond o womon. In o

both their mouths ot once, but Greg didn't seem to core os he swollowed ond

the mon hod to be out of his mind. There wos no mistoke obout it! In foct, os the kiss deepened, feor storted to creep into her. If Greg were to force himself on her now, she would hove

bock in the foce of donger. But right now, she wos ot o

so much so

ogo. No motter how she looked ot it, she hod trifled with him first, ond it wos well

under him os she ollowed him to do with her whot he liked. However, hot teors sprong to her eyes ot thot moment, ond

peered ot her, only to see teors welling up in her eyes. She looked like she bodly wonted to beg

in her, but

twisted when he sow how

her bock for whot she hod done five yeors ogo, but right now, he couldn't bring himself to

reolizotion downed upon him, he grew irritoted with himself ond