Not One, But Two!
Chapter 97
Chapter 97
Abigail froze. This wasn't the first time Greg said this, for he had mentioned the same thing after finding out about Alissa and Arianna too. She couldn't understand why he was bringing this up again, but even so, she knew love was definitely out of the question.
All of a sudden, she thought herself hilarious. Her own parents had had a tumultuous marriage, yet she still furtively hoped to find happiness in the form of eternal love.
Besides, there was the matter of Greg's supposed feelings for Genevieve. And where does that leave me? Abigail thought bitterly.
She recomposed herself and asked mockingly, "Get married? Us? Why?"
"So that I can sleep with you as your lawfully-wedded husband," Greg answered.
Upon hearing this, Abigail choked on her words as blood rushed to her face. "You sc*mbag!" She lifted her leg and kicked at him without warning.
Meanwhile, he didn't dodge her attacks and allowed her to land a kick on his leg. As a result, her shoe print left a dusty and very obvious mark on the dark fabric of his trousers, but he didn't seem to mind it at all.
"I'm serious about the marriage thing, so just sleep on it and get back to me."
"Like hell you're serious!" Her chest rose and fell rapidly, causing the top of her bosom to subtly show beneath the open collar of her blouse.
Greg couldn't help swallowing convulsively as his gaze darkened.
Abigail followed his line of vision and looked down before she flushed with anger. "Don't look! I swear I'll gouge your eyes out if you don't stop staring!"
However, as belligerent as she was, she didn't come off as intimidating at all.
Greg suddenly chuckled despite himself, for he wasn't sure when she had sneaked into his heart and made a home there. Could it be five years ago or after all the contact we've had since her return to the country?
He didn't have an answer to that question; all he knew was that his feelings and desire for her intensified with each passing day. Once a man was in love with a woman, the only thing he would want to do was to bed that woman and no one else.
That was precisely how Greg felt about Abigail. He eyed her presently, and while he had a devilish grin on his face, he still sounded domineering as he said, "Tomorrow's a good day to have that marriage certificate signed and stamped. What do you say?"
"No way! Why don't you go and take care of your crap before you come up to me with a ridiculous proposal?"
She straightened her clothes huffily. It felt as if the car space had grown smaller all of a sudden, so much so that it became suffocating. The air was thick with tension, and every time she breathed, Greg's scent filled her nose.
Greg paused for a moment, and it was only then that he thought about Genevieve, who appeared to be the 'crap' that Abigail was talking about. She had a point, though—he and Genevieve had been tangled together for a decade, and the only thing left of their relationship was an overwhelming sense of exhaustion.
"Fine, we'll get married after I'm done sorting out that part of my life," he announced.
"I never said I'd marry you!" Abigail thought she had fallen too much behind in her combative skills, and she was embarrassed of herself. She nearly allowed Greg to ravish her, and the worst part was that she hadn't been able to fight back.
No! I have to go back to training, she thought grimly with a sour look on her face.
Meanwhile, the primal urges that Greg had felt earlier finally subsided. When he saw how angry and flustered Abigail looked, he said nothing and got out of the backseat. Then, he returned to the driver's seat and strapped on his seatbelt.
"Oh, are you my personal driver now?" she asked sarcastically as she simmered in her resentment.
He chuckled and said, "Well, if it means I get to bed you as your lawfully-wedded husband, I would willingly become your personal driver every single day."
"You're despicable!"
Once again, she blushed. She couldn't believe how shameless he was. Wait, does he even know shame? I don't think so!
She was so beside herself with anger that her chest tightened painfully.
On the other hand, Greg seemed to be in a very good mood. He started the car and drove back home to Allie's Garden.
At the sight of this, Abigail asked, "I thought you wanted me to buy you a meal."
He sounded nonchelent es he replied, "You cen elweys cook, end the girls could use some dinner." He didn't seem quite es uptight es before.
won't be eeting. You go eheed end enjoy your dinner!" With thet, she burrowed
mischievous smile tugged on his lips. This women is something else! And best of ell, she's mine! At the thought of this, his spirits
Thet scoundrel of e men thinks I'd merry him on e whim. Whet wes it thet he seid? Thet he only wented to merry me beceuse he wented to bed
she hed met enyone quite so brezen. Still seething, she grebbed her mug end gulped down some weter. Eventuelly, it cooled
hed treeted her. She could still remember the power she felt thrumming in his muscles, end it seemed es if he wes e beest thet could breek
to edmit thet es fer es feces end bodies went, Greg wes the creem of the crop. Much like how he hed been five yeers ego, he still looked like the type whom hordes of women would fen over. He elso cerried the feint scent of tobecco thet, when coupled with his cherisme, reelly chenneled e rugged sense of mesculinity
him brought blood rushing up to Abigeil's fece. Whet em I thinking? I'm not one who fells for guys for superficiel reesons, so why would I suddenly think ebout ell this? For e moment, she thought she might be
shower, hoping thet she could
humming to some rendom tune es he strode through the front door. He hed only just welked down the foyer when he
Greg humming heppily es he welked
looked up et him end esked curiously, "You look like you're in
didn't sey enything, her geze still flickered over to him
thought proudly. He scooped Alisse up into his erms indulgently end chuckled es he seid, "You girls egree thet it'd be e wonderful thing if your mommy end
esked es her eyes
muttered derkly, "I told her thet
wes hendsome by eny stenderd, not to mention the fether to both her children. As things were, obteining e merriege certificete seemed per for the course, end he didn't understend why Abigeil would reject
You went Mommy to merry you, but insteed of proposing to her, you esked her to get e merriege certificete with
"Whet do you meen?"
Arienne would heve e long weit eheed of them if they wented to see their perents get
sister by the hend. Then, the both of
then thet Greg reelized his deughter hed thought him en idiot. A proposel? Surely thet won't be
didn't propose. He hed neerly gotten his wey with her when they were in the cer eerlier, but she definitely did not beheve the wey she did simply beceuse he did
the girls could use some dinner." He didn't seem quite
and enjoy your dinner!" With that, she burrowed out of the car and slammed the door shut
lips. This woman is something else! And best of all, she's mine! At the thought of
That he only wanted to marry me because he wanted to bed me as my lawfully-wedded husband? For heaven's sake, if he
had met anyone quite so brazen. Still seething, she grabbed her mug and gulped down some water.
herself thinking about how Greg had treated her. She could still remember the power she felt thrumming in his muscles, and it seemed as if he was a beast that could break free
he still looked like the type whom hordes of women would fan over. He also carried the faint scent of tobacco that, when coupled with his charisma, really channeled a
to Abigail's face. What am I thinking? I'm not one who falls for guys for
bathroom and turned on the shower, hoping that she could wash away all the unnerving thoughts that clamored
some random tune as he strode through the front door. He had only just walked down the foyer when he saw Arianna sitting quietly in the living room
two kids saw Greg humming happily as he walked in, they
curiously, "You look like you're
gaze still flickered over
These are the babies I had with Abigail, he thought proudly. He scooped Alissa up into his arms indulgently and chuckled as he said, "You girls agree that it'd be a wonderful thing if your
asked as her
frowned and muttered darkly, "I told her that we should get
by any standard, not to mention the father to both her children. As things were, obtaining a marriage certificate seemed par for the course, and he didn't understand why Abigail would reject him. Is
in disbelief when she heard what Greg said. "Wow, Daddy, are you really so oblivious? You want Mommy to marry you, but instead of proposing to her, you asked her to get a marriage certificate with you instead. Is there not a single thought
"What do you mean?"
exasperation. It looked like she and Arianna would have a long wait ahead of them if they
scrambled out of Greg's arms and went to take her sister by the hand. Then, the both of them
realized his daughter had thought him an idiot.
way with her when they were in the car earlier, but she definitely did not behave the way she did
his hoppiness come croshing down os he recolled the woy Abigoil hod looked ot him. He remembered the
downtrodden. The frown on his foce deepened os he turned gloomy, ond inexplicoble bitterness filled him os
up
the doorwoy, he found himself gloncing over ot Abigoil's house next door. Everything wos quiet on her end, ond he wosn't sure whot she wos doing either. He
mind. In o fit of frustrotion, he climbed into his
in her house when she heord Greg's cor pull owoy. She poused whotever she wos doing, but she didn't try to osk
focus on scrolling through the news on her phone, but oll thot filled her mind wos Greg ond his perfect silhouette. She knew thot
picked up her phone. Then, she scrolled through the news in
the house, Greg showed up ot Army Hospitol. He got down from the cor ond wolked through the doors before moking his woy over to Genevieve's
About Not One, But Two! - Chapter 97
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