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?"

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

when he

who he was calling. Huh? But I am calling the

Then, it hit him.

I disturb you,

woke me up," Greg said lazily, a hint of seduction lacing his

case, you continue your sleep, Mr. Buckley. But

now. We'll

"O-Okay," Philip agreed immediately.

Greg ended the call

first place anyway. They were supposed to go there so that Abigail could seek out the truth, but who would have thought Philip thought he really was

problem. It was already past dinnertime, and Abigail had gastric

couldn't help beating himself up. He shouldn't have

man with a scar on his face entered at

do for

to cook something so my wife can eat when she wakes

asked,

have a problem

glared at him in response, leading Jeb to look

on his way, Greg returned to the bed, then spooned

the Kain Residence, Philip didn't dare ignore Greg's words and announce they could start the dinner. He looked at his phone,

come back in after making the call, Sasha went over

coming. But he's sleeping, and he doesn't want us to bother him." Philip sounded

brows locked into a deep furrow at the news. "Sleep? At this hour? Abigail

Mr. Buckley answered my call.

clearly in a sour

say that. Then are we supposed to wait for Mr. Buckley to wake up and come over to start the dinner? Don't tell me we're just gonna sit here and wait. Why don't we eat first? I'll make another batch when Mr.

wasn't just the three of them in the Kain Residence that night. Jonathan had come over

over without a second thought as soon as he heard Abigail was returning home. But after waiting over

that Jonathan was pulling a long face, Sasha knew she had to

his uncle hasn't arrived yet? What are you gonna do if Mr. Buckley shows up mid-meal? Just wait.

what her husband said was right

noticed Philip still hadn't announced they could start the dinner after calling Abigail. "Dad, look

Jonathan, are you hungry?"

didn't feel hungry at all. How could he care about being hungry when he needed to create an opportunity to see

Jonathan replied with

however, gritted her

announce

Abigail Kain still hasn't come

That d*mned woman!

that woman had learned to

How absolutely obnoxious!

front door, making Emma feel even

come with me to my room for a

in response and refused, "No, thanks. I'll just sit here. I still have to go back to

come home, but his indifference and displeasure were already

it got Emma

Me! But all you think about is that

hint of indignation flashed in

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

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