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?"

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

when he heard

he was calling. Huh? But

Then, it hit him.

I disturb you, Mr.

You woke me up," Greg said lazily, a

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

tight for now. We'll

"O-Okay," Philip agreed immediately.

ended the call with

to go there so that Abigail could seek out the truth, but who would have thought Philip thought he

was already past dinnertime, and Abigail had

beating himself up. He shouldn't have taken

Greg shouted toward the front door, and a man

do for you, Mr.

the chef to cook something so my wife

Jeb asked, "Your

have a

in response, leading Jeb to look down immediately. "No, Sir. I'll see

to the bed, then spooned Abigail as he yawned,

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

come back in after making the call, Sasha went over to him. "What did Abigail say? Is

he doesn't want us

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

about? Mr. Buckley answered my call. Are you saying I'm

in a

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 start the dinner? Don't tell me we're just gonna sit here and wait. Why don't

in the Kain Residence that night. Jonathan had come over

second thought as soon as he heard Abigail was returning home. But

was pulling a long face, Sasha knew she had to give Philip

should already entertain Jonathan when his uncle hasn't arrived yet? What are you gonna do if

nodded at that, thinking what her husband said was right

when she noticed Philip still hadn't announced they could start the dinner after calling Abigail. "Dad, look at the time now. C'mon, let's start

a while longer. No rush. Jonathan,

How could he care about being hungry when he needed to create an opportunity to

good," Jonathan replied

gritted her

Dad announce

hasn't come back. That's

That d*mned woman!

learned to use such schemes to humiliate

How absolutely obnoxious!

the front door, making Emma feel even more

with me to my room for a while?" Emma suggested

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

come home, but his indifference and displeasure were already beginning to

got Emma feeling even more

Me! But all you think about is that

hint of indignation flashed

something in my room. Since she's coming back later, I should go and get

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