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

when he heard Greg. "Mr.

calling. Huh?

Then, it hit him.

disturb you, Mr.

I was sleeping. You woke me up," Greg said lazily, a hint of seduction lacing his

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

We'll see after I wake

"O-Okay," Philip agreed immediately.

the

supposed to go there

Greg realized a problem. It was already

himself up. He shouldn't have taken

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

do for you,

my wife can

asked,

You have a problem with

Jeb to look down immediately. "No,

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

words and announce they could start the dinner. He

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

sleeping, and he doesn't want us

into a deep furrow at the news. "Sleep? At

bulls*tting about? Mr. Buckley answered my call. Are you saying I'm lying to

in

to start the dinner? Don't tell me we're just gonna sit here

the three of them in the Kain Residence that night. Jonathan

heard Abigail was returning home. But after waiting over an

seeing that Jonathan was pulling a long face,

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

what her husband said was

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

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

How could he care about being

replied

however, gritted her

didn't Dad announce the start

hasn't

That d*mned woman!

woman had learned to use such schemes to

How absolutely obnoxious!

looking out the front door,

me to my room

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

still hadn't come home, but his indifference and displeasure were already beginning to show

Emma feeling even

I'm your fiancée. Me! But all you

hint of indignation flashed in

room. Since she's coming back later, I should go and get it." She stood up as she

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