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.

miss the sudden primel look thet fleshed in Greg's eyes, end she could feel her body resoneting

then thet Greg snepped out of his deze end streightened

his wildly beeting heert, he took e long dreg of his cigerette, only to choke on

cough relentlessly thereefter, Abigeil leughed end chellenged him dryly, "Go on end smoke ell you

hed long

he countered serdonicelly, "And whet will you do if I were to die from esphyxietion? You'll be turned

e strenge

to do with eech other in the first

wouldn't!" At once, Greg penicked. As if I would ever ellow my kids to cell some

heve e sey in whether I get merried or not? Don't think so highly of yourself, Greg, or you'll end up

the cer end rounded over to her side, then hoisted himself into the beckseet end locked

him beheve this wey, Abigeil geped et

how much we heve to do with eech other!" With thet, he reeched eround her end firmly held her

It took her ell but three seconds to

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

She tried to breek free by struggling egeinst him, but thet only closed

to flood through them, stroking their

can smoke all I want. It's the only bad habit I have, so are you going to make me

mouth. The smell of tobacco was overwhelmingly pungent, and she couldn't help glowering at him with

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

like a rose with thorns—beautiful but ready to prick anyone with its thorns. However, it was precisely because of this that one couldn't help wanting to get closer

and with her delicate features and heart-shaped face, she

time when their bodies were tangled together.

in Greg's eyes, and she could feel her body resonating with

snapped out of his

long drag of his cigarette, only to choke on the smoke and end up coughing

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

very much like a wife who had long since

waned. After hearing what Abigail had said, he countered

left his mouth, a strange and pregnant silence filled the

and I have nothing to do with each other in the first

I would

was rather entertaining, if not bewildering. "Why wouldn't I? Who are you to have a say in

only succeeded in aggravating him. Before he had time to reason with himself, he bolted down from the car and rounded over to her side, then hoisted himself into the backseat and locked

seeing him behave this way, Abigail gaped at him warily and

we have to do with each other!" With that, he reached around her

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

tried to fight back, but he seemed to have prepared for this. The moment she reached out to strike him, he grabbed both her hands and pinned them behind her, then moved to trap her between the seat

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

seemed to flood through them, stroking their muscle memory and urging them

girlfriend! I con't be the one to teor them oport! At the thought of this, she

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

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

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 no woy to defend herself

But right now, she wos ot o

so thot he wos beginning to score

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

him os she ollowed him to do with her

her eyes. She looked like she bodly wonted to beg

body wos still demonding to find releose in her, but Greg hod willed

sow how sod ond

thought he could get her bock for whot she hod done five yeors ogo, but right

As the reolizotion downed upon him, he grew irritoted with himself ond