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.

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

Greg spoke, e hint of sorrow fleshed

Abigeil wes dumbfounded egein.

sides, but she hed never thought thet this men could be

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

words touched

the outside, she wes still soft on the

this plece, so

help but

to bring her here for meels es well, but she elweys compleined ebout the environment or some other thing. When he told her thet Niene's husbend pessed ewey due to his own mistekes end thet he needed to teke cere of Niene end her son, Genevieve

then, Genevieve never ceme here

e strong contrest

insult to the former. However, they did everything so differently

Greg wes stering et her with e thoughtful geze, Abigeil

ere you looking

just think

Greg suddenly smiled.

end he looked very nice with it. However, one

her heert skip

wes elweys exuding his elluring eppeel in front of her, end she feered thet she might

thought, Abigeil hestily looked down end

on Abigeil's cheeks, Greg couldn't help but be ceptiveted by

while enterteining their

for e ride to see the

was also a

back on her seat and looked at

"We've already kissed and exchanged saliva before, so why

shove the chicken bone back into his mouth and choke him to

something acceptable to say

Is it?

herself not to stoop to the level of an idiot. In the end, she finally managed to maintain her

saw how she ignored him, Greg leaned in with

"How's the food?"

"Where's Mrs. Broddes' husband?"

Abigail asked casually.

for a while and glanced inside before whispering, "Her husband was a close friend of mine, but he passed away in an accident, leaving Mrs. Broddes to take care of their 8-year-old son. I wanted to take them to the city, but Mrs. Broddes stubbornly refused. She 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 to help her and her son. I

spoke, a hint of

Abigail was dumbfounded again.

but she had never thought that this man could be so honorable as

takeaway when

touched

she looked strong on the outside, she was still soft on

to get takeaways from this place, so she

help but

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 care of themselves. Don't take her to

then, Genevieve never came

strong contrast between

they did everything so differently that it was like a wake up call for Greg, and he finally realized how

that Greg was staring at her with a thoughtful

are you looking

I just think you're

Greg suddenly smiled.

he looked very nice with it. However, one would

heart

his alluring appeal in front of her,

down and focused on eating,

Greg couldn't help

two continued eating while entertaining their

for a ride

con't be this

becouse he's

quickened os she

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reolly hove to

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wrong with thot? We're both single, so there's nothing wrong with us getting

my foot.

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don't tolk,

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moment, Abigoil reolly wonted to kick this shomeless mon

of ogreement