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?"

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

he

he was calling. Huh?

Then, it hit him.

disturb you, Mr.

Greg said lazily, a hint of

that. "In that case, you

tight for now. We'll see after I

"O-Okay," Philip agreed immediately.

ended the call with

never planned to have dinner at the Kains in the first place anyway. They were supposed to go there so

realized a problem. It was already past

beating himself up. He shouldn't have taken her at this

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

do for you, Mr.

cook something so my

Jeb asked,

my wife! You have a problem with

glared at him in response, leading Jeb to look

Greg returned to the bed, then spooned Abigail as he yawned,

ignore Greg's words and announce they could start the

went over to him. "What did Abigail say? Is Mr. Buckley still

he doesn't

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

bulls*tting about? Mr. Buckley answered my call. Are

clearly in a

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

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

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

a long face, Sasha knew

when his uncle hasn't arrived yet? What

thinking what her husband said

they could start the dinner after calling Abigail. "Dad, look at the time now. C'mon,

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

at all. How could he care about being hungry

Jonathan replied

however, gritted

Dad announce the start

hasn't come back.

That d*mned woman!

woman had learned to

How absolutely obnoxious!

front door, making Emma

to my

sit here. I still have to go back to the

couldn't ask Emma why Abigail still hadn't come home, but his indifference and displeasure were already beginning to show on his

course, it got Emma feeling even

fiancée. Me! But all you

hint of indignation flashed in Emma's

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

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