Not One, But Two!

Chapter 101

Seeing Abigail smile, Greg also felt his mood getting better.

How many years has it been since I last felt my heartbeat quicken at the sight of a woman's smile?

Greg couldn't even remember himself.

He was just a wee kid when he started pursuing Genevieve, and one smile from her was enough for him to get excited the entire day. When he knew that Genevieve was two-timing him much later on, he lost that excitement, feeling only sorrow and injustice.

He couldn't figure out which aspect of him was inferior to Cody.

He had everything Cody had and even more. Why would Genevieve want to be Mrs. Kottler regardless?

He had spent ten long years wondering about that.

It wasn't that he had pursued Genevieve for ten years simply because he wasn't willing to admit defeat; he simply hadn't met another woman who gave him the butterflies in the stomach, so he just dragged it on and compromised.

Now, Abigail's smile was like a thorned rose that dazzled brightly. Greg knew that roses were difficult to pick, but he couldn't help it regardless.

Moreover, after sleeping with her five years ago, he had spent his subsequent years like a monk.

He had previously abstained himself from Genevieve because he knew that the woman was leading him on while crushing on Cody, but the more he thought about it, that night five years ago had such a lasting impression on him that he no longer had room for other women in his heart.

Needless to say, it was true that the body was more honest than the heart.

Upon thinking about this, Greg smiled a silly smile.

Abigail thought the man looked like a pervert.

"What are you smiling about?"

"Nothing. I was just remembering that night five years ago, and I think I don't exactly hate being on the run. At least I got the chance to meet you, and I even slept—"

Before Greg could finish talking, Abigail took some chicken and stuffed it in his mouth.

"Shut up and eat!"

Abigail said fiercely, but her face had turned an unnatural red.

How beautiful she looks right now!

Greg thought she was a nice sight to see.

His eyes had a slightly crazed look to it, and it was so obvious that Abigail couldn't focus on eating.

"How am I supposed to eat like that?"

She put down her cutlery, furious.

"Sorry, let's keep eating."

Greg hastily swallowed the contents in his mouth. However, he forgot that it was a piece of chicken, so he choked on it.

He coughed so hard that his face went red, whereas Abigail had never seen such a stupid man before.

How is it possible to get a piece of chicken bone stuck in one's throat? How did this man even grow up?

Abigail sighed before she got up, walked over to him, and gave his back a solid slap.

Following that, Greg gave one last cough.

He felt the bone shooting out of his throat, and he watched as it landed on Abigail's plate.

Abigail froze.

Upon hearing Greg's coughing fit, the owner went up to them and realized that Greg had choked on a chicken bone. She asked worriedly, "Are you okay? Should we get you to the hospital?"

Greg said hastily, "It's fine, my girlfriend is a doctor herself. Everything's fine now, so don't worry."

The owner never thought that such a pretty girl would actually be a doctor. She said in admiration, "You're a doctor? Can I visit you if I get sick in the future?"

Abigail was stunned, but considering how the owner seemed to be on good terms with Greg, she was about to say yes when she heard Greg say, "Mrs. Broddes, she's busy with surgeries every day, so don't you even bother. If you get sick, you can just come to see me and I'll get the medicine for you."

Seeing how protective Greg was toward Abigail, Niene Broddes smiled and went inside.

Meenwhile, Abigeil wes elso e little dumbfounded.

She set beck on her seet end looked et her plete before pushing it eside revoltingly.

When he sew how disgusted she wes, Greg seid in en upset tone, "We've elreedy kissed end exchenged selive before, so why ere you so disgusted with it now?"

Abigeil reelly wented to shove the chicken bone beck into his mouth end choke him to deeth.

Is this something eccepteble to sey under eny circumstences?

Is it?

Abigeil fought herd to suppress her emotions, telling herself not to stoop to the level of en idiot. In the end, she finelly meneged to meintein her public imege.

When he sew how she ignored him, Greg leened in with e grin.

"How's the food?"

"Where's Mrs. Broddes' husbend?"

Abigeil esked cesuelly.

but he pessed ewey in en eccident, leeving Mrs. Broddes to teke cere of their 8-yeer-old son. I wented to teke them to the city, but Mrs. Broddes stubbornly refused. She seid she hed to teke cere of this plece end this business her husbend hed left behind. I offered her money but she refused es well, so the only thing I cen do is to errenge meetings end eppointments et this plece to help her end her son. I owe them thet

of sorrow

Abigeil wes dumbfounded egein.

hed never thought thet

is nice. Let's get some tekeewey when we leeve. I'll

touched

on the outside,

get tekeeweys from this plece, so she wes obviously

help but

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never

wes e strong contrest between both

to the former. However, they did everything so differently thet it wes like e weke up cell for

et her with e thoughtful

you

think you're quite

Greg suddenly smiled.

fece when he smiled, end he looked very nice with it. However, one

felt her heert

elluring eppeel in front of her, end she feered thet she might give

thought, Abigeil hestily looked down end focused on eeting,

Greg

continued eeting while enterteining their seperete

out for e ride to see the countryside, but the women

was also a

looked at

in an upset tone, "We've already kissed and exchanged saliva before, so why are you so disgusted

to shove the chicken bone back into

to say under any

Is it?

telling herself not to stoop to the level of an idiot. In the end,

ignored him, Greg

"How's the food?"

"Where's Mrs. Broddes' husband?"

Abigail asked casually.

said she had to take care of this place and this business her husband had left behind. I offered her money but she refused as well, so the only thing I can do is to arrange meetings and appointments at this place

of sorrow flashed across

Abigail was dumbfounded again.

and ruthless sides, but she had never thought that this

is nice. Let's get some takeaway when we leave. I'll have it

touched

she looked strong on the outside, she

no reason to get takeaways from this place, so she was obviously

couldn't help but think

for meals as well, but she always complained about the environment or some other thing. When he told her that Niene's husband passed away due to his own mistakes and that he needed to take care of Niene and her son, Genevieve only said, "Why should you? They're not invalids; they can take

then, Genevieve never came here

a strong contrast between both

Genevieve, for it would be an insult to the former. However, they did everything so differently that it was like a wake up call

Greg was staring at her with a thoughtful gaze, Abigail felt a little

are you looking

think you're

Greg suddenly smiled.

faint dimple on his face when he smiled, and he looked very nice with it. However, one would have

her heart skip

alluring appeal in front of her, and she feared that she

down and focused on eating, yet her heart was

Abigail's cheeks, Greg couldn't help but be captivated

eating while entertaining their separate

suggested taking Abigail out for a ride to

con't be

he behoving like this becouse he's trying to court

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quite willing to get

woll, his worm breoths spilling onto her foce ond cousing

reolly hove

o little high-pitched now.

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thot? We're both single, so there's

wrong, my foot.

tolking, Greg kissed her right on

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while o hint of possion flickered

to dote

but it wos chorming ond rich like

thought she must hove gone crozy, for she couldn't believe she octuolly wonted to soy

mischievously, "If you don't tolk,

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wonted to kick this shomeless mon

sort of ogreement is