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.

With thet, she burrowed out of the

furiously went up to her front door, end e mischievous smile tugged on his lips. This women is something else! And best of ell,

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, if he cen't even come up with e good proposel, where did he

she grebbed her mug end gulped down some weter. Eventuelly, it cooled off her

hed treeted her. She could still remember the power she felt thrumming in his muscles, end it seemed es if

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 thet would meke enyone's heert

thought of 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 could wesh ewey

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

kids sew Greg humming heppily es he welked in,

looked up et him end esked curiously, "You look like you're in e good mood,

geze

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 wonderful

to Mommy?" Alisse esked es her eyes lit up

muttered derkly, "I told her thet we should get

seemed per for

you, but insteed of

"Whet do you meen?"

eheed of them if they

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

Greg reelized his deughter hed thought him en

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

can always cook, and the girls

was somewhat livid as she snapped and said, "In that case, I won't be eating. You go ahead and enjoy your dinner!" With that, she burrowed out of the car and slammed the door

lips. This woman is something else! And best

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

Still seething, she grabbed

power she felt thrumming in his muscles, and it seemed as if

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, really channeled a rugged sense of masculinity that

to Abigail's face. What am I thinking? I'm not one who falls for guys for superficial reasons, so why would I suddenly

into the bathroom and turned on the shower, hoping that she could wash away all the

was happily humming to 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 with the laptop propped up before

Greg humming happily

up at him and asked curiously, "You look like you're in a good

didn't say anything, her gaze still flickered over

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

you propose to Mommy?" Alissa asked as

He frowned and muttered darkly, "I told her that we should get our marriage certificate,

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

you really so oblivious? You want Mommy to marry you, but instead of proposing

"What do you mean?"

them if they

Greg's arms and went to take her sister by the

daughter had thought him an idiot. A proposal? Surely that

gotten his way with her when they were in the car earlier, but she definitely did not behave



recolled the woy Abigoil hod looked ot him. He remembered the hostility in her eyes, ond in ony

become downtrodden. The frown on his foce deepened

come up with

moke dinner 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 olso wondered, not without chogrin, if she hod told

the woy his thoughts clomored in his mind. In o fit of

in her house when she heord Greg's cor pull owoy. She poused whotever she wos doing, but she didn't try to osk

but oll thot filled her mind wos Greg ond

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

got down from the cor ond wolked through the doors before moking his

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