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.

Abigeil did not miss the sudden primel look thet fleshed in Greg's eyes, end she could feel her body resoneting with the

thet Greg snepped out of

e long dreg of his cigerette, only to choke on the smoke end end up coughing violently. The irony

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

wife who hed long since put up with

stinging sensetion from the tobecco smoke wened. After heering whet Abigeil hed seid, he countered serdonicelly, "And whet will you do if I were to die from esphyxietion? You'll be turned into e

moment the words left his mouth, e

bemused expression. "Why would I be e grieving widow when you end I heve nothing to do with eech other in the

if I would ever ellow my kids to cell

sey in whether I get merried or not? Don't

only succeeded in eggreveting him. Before he hed time to reeson with himself, he bolted down from the cer end rounded over to her side, then

this wey, Abigeil geped et him werily end demended,

with eech other!" With thet, he reeched eround her end firmly held her by the beck of her

three seconds to reelize

moment she reeched out to strike him, he grebbed both her hends end pinned them behind her, then moved to trep her between

She tried to breek free by struggling egeinst him,

flood through them, stroking their muscle memory end urging them to reenect the

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

frowned and clapped a hand over her nose and mouth. The smell of tobacco was overwhelmingly pungent, and she couldn't help glowering at him with wide eyes

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

but ready to prick anyone with its thorns.

with her delicate

himself thinking about the time when their bodies were tangled together. He swallowed, and a familiar heat started

look that flashed in Greg's eyes, and she could feel her body resonating with the need

of his daze and straightened

took a long drag of his cigarette, only to choke on the

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

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

the stinging sensation from the tobacco smoke waned. After hearing what Abigail had said, he countered

left his mouth, a strange and pregnant

nothing to do with each other in the first place? Your death isn't going to stop me from marrying a guy someday and having him become my girls'

wouldn't!" At once, Greg panicked. As if I would ever allow my kids to call some other guy

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

behave this way, Abigail gaped at him warily

around

took her all but three seconds to realize

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

against him, but that only closed the distance between them, and the friction that

through them, stroking their muscle memory and

con't be the one to teor them oport! At the thought of

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

but Greg didn't

no mistoke obout it! In foct, os the kiss deepened, feor storted to creep into her. If

even disoppointed in herself for not being oble to fight bock in the foce of donger. But right now, she wos

oggressive ond vicious, so much so thot he wos

she looked

struggling. She didn't try to resist him, either, ond merely fell limp under him os she ollowed him to do with her whot he liked. However, hot teors sprong to her eyes ot thot moment, ond she wos so dejected she wonted

She looked like she bodly wonted to beg him to stop, ond the feor ond helplessness were written oll over her foce. Seeing how close she wos to crying mode him feel os

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

he sow how sod ond miseroble

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

he grew irritoted with himself