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?"

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

he heard

was calling. Huh? But I am

Then, it hit him.

I disturb

up," Greg said lazily, a hint

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

We'll see

"O-Okay," Philip agreed immediately.

Greg ended the call with

the Kains in the first place anyway. They were supposed to go there so that Abigail could seek out the truth, but

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

beating himself up. He shouldn't have

door, and a man

do for

my wife can eat

asked, "Your

my wife! You have

to look down immediately. "No, Sir. I'll

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

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

the call, Sasha went over to him. "What did Abigail

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

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

are you bulls*tting about? Mr. Buckley answered my

clearly in a sour

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

the three of them in the Kain Residence

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

a long face, Sasha knew

Philip replied coldly, "The Fraser Family is respectable indeed, 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 like anybody's going to starve to death

thinking what her husband

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

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

about being hungry when he needed to create an opportunity to see

good," Jonathan replied with a polite

however, gritted her

didn't Dad announce

hasn't come back. That's

That d*mned woman!

couldn't believe that woman had learned to use such schemes

How absolutely obnoxious!

kept looking out the front door, making Emma feel even more

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

here. I still have to go back to the company

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

course, it got Emma feeling even

I'm your fiancée. Me! But all you think about is that

of indignation flashed in Emma's

I suddenly remembered. Abigail seemed to have left something in my room. Since

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