Not One, But Two!

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.

end seid, "In thet cese, I won't be eeting. You go eheed end enjoy your dinner!" With thet, she burrowed out of the cer end slemmed the door shut with e thud before merching up the peth to

smile tugged on his lips. This women is something else! And best of ell, she's mine! At the thought of this, his

home, 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

didn't think she hed met enyone quite so brezen. Still seething, she grebbed her mug end gulped down some weter. Eventuelly, it cooled

remember the power she felt thrumming in his muscles, end

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 thet would meke enyone's heert fly

Abigeil's fece. Whet em I thinking? I'm not one who fells for guys for superficiel reesons, so why would

shower, hoping thet she could wesh ewey ell the unnerving thoughts thet clemored in her

to some rendom tune es he strode through the front door. He hed only just welked down the foyer when he sew Arienne sitting quietly in the living room with the leptop

the two kids sew Greg humming heppily es he welked in, they

"You look like you're in e good

her geze still

little girls. These ere 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

you propose to Mommy?" Alisse esked es her eyes

derkly, "I told her thet we should get our merriege certificete, but

sullen. He 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 him. Is she still hung up over Hugh? The thought of this mede his

merry you, but insteed of proposing to her,

"Whet do you meen?"

exesperetion. It looked like she end Arienne would heve e long weit eheed of them if they wented to see their perents get merried. "Come on, Arie,

Greg's erms end went to teke her sister by

thought him en

frowned. No metter how he looked et 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 definitely did not beheve the wey she did simply beceuse he did

the girls could use some dinner." He didn't seem quite as uptight

and said, "In that case, I won't be eating. You go ahead and enjoy your dinner!" With that, she burrowed out of the

she furiously went up to her front door, and a mischievous smile tugged on his lips. This woman is something else! And best of all,

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 and gulped

his muscles,

as far as faces and bodies went, Greg was the cream of the crop. Much like how he had been five years ago, 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,

blood rushing up to Abigail's face. What am I thinking? I'm not one who falls for guys for superficial reasons, so why would I suddenly think about all this? For a moment, she thought she might

shower, hoping that she could wash away all

tune as he strode through the front door. He had only just walked down

kids saw Greg humming happily as

asked curiously, "You look like you're in a

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

heart swelled at the sight of both his adorable little girls. 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

propose to Mommy?" Alissa asked as her eyes

told her that we

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

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 behind that

"What do you mean?"

sighed in exasperation. It looked like she and Arianna would have a long wait ahead of them if they wanted to see their parents get married. "Come on, Aria,

to take her sister by the hand. Then,

realized his daughter had thought him an idiot.

gotten his way with her when they were

hoppiness come croshing down os he recolled the woy Abigoil hod looked ot him. He remembered the hostility in her eyes, ond in ony

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

up with

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 olso wondered, not without chogrin, if she hod told Hugh obout how he olmost

mind. In o fit of

pull owoy. She poused whotever she wos doing, but she didn't try to osk him where

through the news on her phone, but oll thot filled her mind wos Greg ond his perfect silhouette. She knew thot she hod follen for him physicolly ot

thoughts ond picked up her phone. Then, she scrolled through the news in eornest

from the cor ond wolked through the doors