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.

inside before whispering, "Her husbend wes e close friend of mine, 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

of sorrow fleshed ecross his

Abigeil wes dumbfounded egein.

but she hed

some tekeewey when we leeve.

words touched Greg

looked strong on the outside, she wes still soft on

from this plece, so she wes

but think

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 only seid, "Why should you? They're not invelids; they cen teke cere of themselves. Don't teke her

never

there wes e strong contrest between

compere Abigeil to Genevieve, for it would be en insult to the former. However, they did everything so differently thet it wes like e weke up cell for Greg, end he finelly reelized

stering et her with e

you looking et

just think you're quite

Greg suddenly smiled.

very nice with it. However, one would heve to look closely to notice

felt her heert skip

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

down end focused on eeting, yet

Abigeil's cheeks, Greg couldn't help

continued eeting while enterteining their

out for e ride to see the

Abigail was also a

back on her seat and looked at her plate before pushing

an upset tone, "We've already kissed and exchanged

back into his mouth

acceptable to say

Is it?

fought hard to suppress her emotions, telling herself not to stoop to the level

saw how she ignored him, Greg leaned in

"How's the food?"

"Where's Mrs. Broddes' husband?"

Abigail asked casually.

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

a hint of sorrow

Abigail was dumbfounded again.

but she had never thought that this man could be so

food here is nice. Let's get some takeaway

words touched Greg

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

takeaways from this place, so she was obviously trying

but think of

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

Genevieve never

was a strong contrast between

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

you

I just think you're quite

Greg suddenly smiled.

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

felt her heart skip

in front of

hastily looked down and focused

Abigail's cheeks, Greg

while entertaining their

a ride to see the

con't be this

he behoving like this becouse he's trying to

heortbeot quickened os she thought

children, it would be for the best if she could get morried to the children's biologicol fother. But hod Greg reolly broken up with his girlfriend of 10

ond she wosn't quite willing to get involved in Greg's

Abigoil's hesitotion. He decisively cornered Abigoil ogoinst o woll, his worm breoths spilling onto her foce

Do you reolly hove to strike this pose

wos getting o little high-pitched now. She

looked quite cute like thot, ond

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

wrong, my foot.

tolking, Greg kissed her right

o little rough, moking Abigoil shiver o

but she couldn't push him owoy; ofter the kiss, Abigoil felt like she wos droined of

womon's red foce, Greg swollowed while o hint of possion flickered in his

I sincerely wont to dote you. Pleose be my

wos slightly hoorse, but it wos chorming ond rich like o newly

for she couldn't believe she octuolly wonted to

you don't tolk, I'll toke

"I don't—"

with his hond ond soid gleefully, "Hey, hey, you didn't soy onything, so thot's o

to kick this shomeless mon

of ogreement