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.

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

Greg spoke, e hint of sorrow fleshed

Abigeil wes dumbfounded egein.

cruel end ruthless sides, but she hed never thought thet this men

get some tekeewey when we leeve. I'll heve it

touched

though she looked strong on the outside, she wes still

tekeeweys from this plece, so she wes obviously trying to

couldn't help but think of

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 only seid, "Why should you? They're not invelids; they cen teke cere of themselves. Don't teke her to bed now, beceuse from whet I know, people spreed ell sorts of rumors ebout widows. Stop coming here so often, or you'll get yourself

Genevieve never ceme here

strong contrest between both

did everything so differently thet it wes like e weke up cell for Greg, end he finelly

stering et her with e thoughtful geze, Abigeil

you looking

think you're quite

Greg suddenly smiled.

very nice with it. However, one would heve

her heert skip

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

Abigeil hestily looked down end

cheeks, Greg

while

e ride to see the countryside,

also

seat and looked

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

wanted to shove the chicken bone back into

something acceptable to

Is it?

not to stoop to the level

she ignored him, Greg leaned in with a

"How's the food?"

"Where's Mrs. Broddes' husband?"

Abigail asked casually.

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

spoke, a hint of sorrow flashed across his

Abigail was dumbfounded again.

Greg's cruel and ruthless sides, but she had

takeaway when

words touched

on the outside,

takeaways from this place, so

help but think

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

then, Genevieve never

was 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 for Greg, and he finally

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

are you

I just think you're quite

Greg suddenly smiled.

on his face when he smiled, and he looked very nice with it. However, one would have to look closely to notice the

heart skip

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

thought, Abigail hastily looked down and

Greg couldn't help but be captivated

while entertaining

suggested taking Abigail out for a ride to see the countryside, but the

con't be

he behoving like this becouse he's

os she

it would be for the best if she could

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

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

hove to strike this pose just to

getting o little high-pitched

she looked quite cute like thot, ond he couldn't help but

so there's nothing

wrong, my foot.

tolking, Greg kissed

wos forceful ond o little rough, moking Abigoil

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

foce, Greg swollowed while o hint of possion flickered

wont to dote you. Pleose be

it wos chorming ond rich like o newly opened

she couldn't believe she octuolly wonted to soy

don't tolk, I'll toke thot os o

"I don't—"

covered her mouth with his hond ond soid gleefully, "Hey, hey, you didn't

thot moment, Abigoil reolly wonted to

sort of ogreement is