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?"

pent-up frustrations,

when he heard Greg.

Huh? But

Then, it hit him.

I disturb you, Mr.

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

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

now. We'll see after

"O-Okay," Philip agreed immediately.

Greg ended the call with

supposed to go there so that Abigail could seek out the truth, but who would

was already past

up. He shouldn't have taken her at

the front door, and a man with a scar

I do for you,

the chef to cook something so my wife can

asked, "Your

You have

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

sending Jeb on his way, Greg returned to the bed, then spooned Abigail as he yawned, drifting into

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

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

But he's sleeping, and he doesn't want us to

a deep furrow at the news. "Sleep? At this hour? Abigail

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

was clearly in a sour

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

all, it wasn't just the three of them in the Kain Residence

as soon as he heard Abigail was returning home. But after waiting

long face, Sasha knew she had to give Philip a

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

thinking what her

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

a while longer. No rush. Jonathan, are

hungry at all. How could he care about being

replied with

however, gritted

Dad announce the start of

Abigail Kain still hasn't come back. That's

That d*mned woman!

learned to use such schemes to humiliate

How absolutely obnoxious!

Jonathan kept looking out the front door, making Emma

to my room for a

frowned slightly in response and refused, "No, thanks. I'll just sit here. I still have to go back to the company to deal with something

his indifference and displeasure were already beginning

course, it got Emma

Me! But all you

hint of indignation flashed in

Abigail seemed to have left something in my room. Since she's

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