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?"

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

was stunned when he heard Greg.

who he was calling. Huh?

Then, it hit him.

I disturb you, Mr.

sleeping. You woke me up," Greg said

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

now. We'll see after I wake

"O-Okay," Philip agreed immediately.

ended the call with

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

hanging up, Greg realized a problem. It was already past dinnertime, and

up. He shouldn't

and a man with a scar

do for

to cook something so my wife can eat when she wakes

asked, "Your

my wife! You have a problem

look

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

announce they could start the dinner. He looked at his phone, unsure of what to

didn't come back in after making the call, Sasha went over to him. "What did Abigail

doesn't want us to bother him."

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

my call. Are you

was clearly in

for Mr. Buckley to wake up and come over to

them in the Kain Residence that night. Jonathan

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

was pulling a long face, Sasha

but aren't they also 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 if Mr. Buckley shows up mid-meal? Just wait. It's not

nodded at that, thinking what her husband said was

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

longer. No rush. Jonathan, are you hungry?" Philip beamed at

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

replied with a

however, gritted her

announce the

hasn't

That d*mned woman!

that woman had learned to

How absolutely obnoxious!

looking out the front door, making Emma feel

don't you come with me to my room for a while?"

refused, "No, thanks. I'll just sit here. I still have

his

got Emma

all you think about

hint of indignation flashed in

room. Since

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