Not One, But Two!

Chapter 149

Chapter 149

"Greg Buckley, are you not afraid that I'll cling to you when you've come into my life?" Abigail asked, a little choked up.

Greg smiled at that and said assertively, "Not at all. I'm more than happy to have you cling to me forever."

Was there anything more touching than romantic sweet nothings?

She kissed Greg's lips, and a session of pas de deux began.

After things ended, Abigail thought she was close to falling apart.

Jesus, Buckley's seriously a monster in bed!

She then supported her sore waist, trying to get up for a shower, but she fell back onto the bed to her dismay, well spent. Fortunately, Greg caught her in time.

"Sweetheart, I know I'm a beast in bed. You don't have to tell me so subtly."

"F*ck off!"

Oh, how she wanted to kick this shameless man in the butt.

Chuckling, Greg carried her in his arms and took her to the bathroom.

Abigail resisted at first, but she was utterly worn out. She could barely lift her arms.

Seeing her like this, Greg felt bad. "I really didn't want to torture you like this, but you're a deadly drug, you know? My sanity dissolves into nothing as soon as I touch you."

"Stop with your bullsh*t and help me wash up."

Hmph, as if I want to listen to your cajolery. However, Abigail's lips still curved up slightly.

Meanwhile, Greg tried his best not to get turned on again, but her soft curves and smooth skin got him on the verge of exploding.

At last, after he was done showering Abigail, he immediately carried her out.

"Take a nap first. I'm going to take a shower."

He went straight back in for a cold shower.

Worn out, Abigail fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

By the time Greg came out of the bathroom, Abigail had fallen dead asleep with the phone flashing aside. Someone seemed to be calling.

He took the phone away in two shakes, for fear that it would bother her slumber.

His hair was still dripping wet, and he looked super hot with how the water droplets dripped down from his hair.

He walked out with the phone.

Philip was calling.

Greg checked the time to find that it had passed dinnertime. No wonder someone got anxious.

With a cold snort, he slid the screen to answer the call.

Philip's voice boomed instantly on the other end of the line, carrying a hint of rage. "Abigail Kain, what the heck are you doing? Look at the time. Why are you still not back? Didn't you say Mr. Buckley's coming? Are you screwing with me again?"

"You seem to have a lot of pent-up frustrations, Mr. Kain. Would you like me

was stunned when he heard Greg. "Mr.

hurriedly checked who he was calling. Huh?

Then, it hit him.

I disturb you, Mr.

sleeping. You woke me up," Greg said lazily, a hint of seduction lacing his raspy-just-after-sex

at that. "In that case, you continue your sleep, Mr. Buckley.

now. We'll see

"O-Okay," Philip agreed immediately.

the call

never planned to have dinner at the Kains in the first place anyway. They were supposed to go there so that Abigail could seek out the truth, but

problem. It was already past dinnertime, and Abigail

He shouldn't have taken

toward the front door, and a man with a scar on his face

can I do for you,

my wife can eat when

asked,

wife! You have a problem with

response, leading Jeb to look down

way, Greg returned to the bed, then spooned Abigail

dare ignore Greg's words and announce they could start the dinner. He looked at his phone, unsure of

the call, Sasha went over to him. "What did Abigail say?

and he doesn't want us to bother

into a deep furrow at the news. "Sleep? At this hour? Abigail isn't screwing with

Buckley answered my call. Are you saying I'm lying to

in a sour

that, Sasha hurriedly corrected herself. "I didn't say that. Then are we supposed to wait for Mr. Buckley to wake up and come over to

just the three of them in the Kain Residence that night. Jonathan had come over as

had rushed over without a second thought as soon as he heard Abigail was returning home. But after waiting over an hour, there was still

long face, Sasha knew she had to give

Mr. Buckley? You're telling me we should already entertain Jonathan when his uncle hasn't arrived yet? What are you

that, thinking what her husband said

help feeling restless as well when she noticed Philip still hadn't announced they could start the dinner after calling Abigail. "Dad,

while longer. No rush. Jonathan, are you hungry?"

he care about being hungry when he needed to create

Jonathan replied with

however, gritted

announce the

hasn't come

That d*mned woman!

learned

How absolutely obnoxious!

kept looking out the front door, making Emma

to my

sit here. I still have to go back to the company to

couldn't ask Emma why Abigail still hadn't come home, but his indifference

it got Emma feeling even

Me! But all you think about is that b*tch,

of indignation flashed in

"Oh, I suddenly remembered. Abigail seemed to have left something in my room. Since she's coming back later, I should go and get it." She stood up as she spoke, heading

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