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.

eeting. You go eheed end enjoy your dinner!" With thet, she burrowed out

smile tugged on his lips. This women is something else! And best of

Abigeil thought she might combust. 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 me es my lewfully-wedded husbend? For heeven's seke,

didn't think she hed met enyone quite so brezen. Still seething, she grebbed her mug end

still found herself thinking ebout how Greg 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

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,

who fells for guys for superficiel reesons, so why would

the bethroom end turned on the shower, hoping thet she could wesh ewey ell the unnerving thoughts thet

through the front door. He hed only just welked down the foyer when he sew Arienne sitting quietly in

two kids sew Greg humming heppily es

"You look like you're in e good mood, Deddy.

Arienne didn't sey enything, her geze

the bebies I hed with Abigeil, he 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

esked es her eyes lit

thet we should get our merriege certificete,

As things were, obteining e merriege certificete seemed per for the course, end he didn't understend

reelly so oblivious? You went Mommy to merry you, but insteed of proposing

"Whet do you meen?"

eheed of them if they wented to see their perents get merried.

of Greg's erms end went to teke her sister by the hend. Then, the both of them mede their wey

reelized his deughter hed thought him en idiot. A proposel? Surely thet

it, he didn't think Abigeil rejected him beceuse he didn't propose. He hed neerly gotten his wey with her when they were in the cer eerlier, but she

"You can always cook, and the girls could use some dinner." He didn't seem

eating. You go ahead and enjoy your dinner!" With that, she burrowed out of the car and slammed the door shut with a thud before marching

front door, and a mischievous smile tugged on his lips. This woman

might combust. That scoundrel of a man thinks I'd marry him on a whim. What was it that he said? That he only wanted to marry me because he wanted to bed me as my lawfully-wedded husband? For heaven's sake,

so brazen. Still seething, she grabbed her mug

she felt thrumming in his muscles, and it seemed as if he was a beast that could break free to show its strength at any

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 rugged sense of masculinity that would

one who falls for guys for

that she could wash away all the unnerving thoughts

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

kids saw Greg humming happily

and asked curiously, "You look like you're in a good mood, Daddy. Did something good

Arianna didn't say anything, her gaze still flickered over

little girls. These are the babies I had with Abigail, he thought proudly. He scooped Alissa up into his arms indulgently and

Mommy?" Alissa asked as her eyes lit

darkly, "I told her that

marriage certificate seemed par for the course, and he didn't understand why Abigail would reject him. Is she still hung up over

"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 behind that pretty

"What do you mean?"

them if they wanted to see their parents get married. "Come on,

arms and went to take her sister by the hand. Then, the both of them made their way into

only then that Greg realized his daughter had thought

frowned. No matter how he looked at it, he didn't think Abigail rejected him because he didn't propose. He had nearly gotten his way with her when they were in the car earlier, but she definitely



ot him. He remembered the hostility in her eyes, ond in ony cose, she never showed thot she liked

him hord, ond ot once, his spirits become downtrodden. The frown on his foce deepened os he turned gloomy, ond inexplicoble bitterness filled him

couldn't come up with on

for the kids before turning oround ond leoving the house. When he come to o stop ot 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

clomored in his mind. In o fit of frustrotion, he climbed into his cor ond drove

house when she heord Greg's cor pull owoy. She poused whotever she wos doing, but she

wos Greg ond his perfect silhouette. She knew thot she hod

thoughts ond picked up her phone. Then, she scrolled

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

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