Not One, But Two!

Chapter 150

Chapter 150

Then, Victoria's words replayed in Sasha's head.

She was surprised that Victoria abhorred Abigail so much that that woman wanted her to drive Abigail away. But now that Greg was shielding Abigail, how should she make her move?

She would have to think long and hard about it.

At that, Sasha fell into deep thought.

Meanwhile, back in the red-light district, more than an hour had passed when Abigail finally rose. As soon as she opened her eyes, she sensed that she was in someone's arms, and the rhythmic thumps of strong heartbeats reverberating in her ears made her feel exceptionally safe.

She wanted to get up, but just as she shifted, Greg woke up.

"You're up? Are you hungry? Have a little something," he said with a hint of drowsiness.

Sure enough, she felt hungry at once.

As if anyone wouldn't feel hungry after such an intense 'workout'! However, she still asked, "Aren't we going to my dad's for dinner?"

"You think you'll have an appetite there?" Greg grazed her nose as he asked, affectionately doting.

For a moment, she didn't know what to say.

Of course, she wouldn't be able to eat!

She would've already lost all appetite just seeing Philip, Sasha, and Emma's revolting faces.

"Then why did you tell me to call Philip and say we're going over for dinner?"

"I just wanted to mess with him. What law dictates that I have to eat whatever they cooked?"

Abigail genuinely was at a loss for words at his scoundrel behavior now. However, she knew he was only acting so because of her, or he wouldn't even waste his time entertaining Philip.

"Thank you."

Her thanks, however, surprised Greg a little.

"Don't be silly. C'mon, get up and get dressed. I'll have them bring the food in. We'll go to your dad's after we're done eating."

At that, he handed her the clothes he had prepared earlier.

In actuality, Abigail didn't want to prosecute some matters. After all, the damage had been done. Even if she pressed on, the damage wouldn't be alleviated. Plus, she had her two girls now, so she didn't like trouble. If choosing to let things go could have her free from the Kains' troubles, she didn't mind dropping them.

After all, her girls were more important to her.

However, Greg was the one who didn't want to let things go now. Suddenly, Abigail thought a sliver of light had shed on her bleak life, illuminating and warming her.

She took the clothes and got dressed in front of him. No reason for her to act bashful; they had rolled in bed after all. So what if he ogled.

Greg's throat, on the other hand, felt parched, but he dared not have another go at Abigail again.

out of bed hurriedly and headed out with

the

"Yes, Sir."

had the chef push the food trolley

certain she could swallow a

She was famished.

seat. Meanwhile, Greg poured two glasses of red wine from the

It's not as good as the '82, but it's still nice. I've had them decant

be honest, Abigail didn't

She grew up neglected.

up, she was forced to leave home because of Sasha's plots. Then, in her five

wine before her for her to try, she was actually

took a sip under his

you think?" He looked

dry bitterness tingling her taste buds at first, then a whiff of alcoholic fragrance streamed down her

how it tasted, she couldn't

gaze was still on

thought she was unworthy of him, even thinking she was living better than anyone else. But now, she

reckless, and brash, he was like a nobleman. His social circle, the food he ate, and even his

girls, she wouldn't have even spent a fortune to build

she had food to eat and the means to survive. She never gave too much

thought about the wine, she really didn't know how to

I can't tell. More accurately, I've never really

be just briefly narrating, not at

Greg was taken aback.

had clearly

hit him how Abigail was treated in her family and how she

he wanted to beat

from her and said, "Actually, it's not something worth drinking anyway. It's

from her. As he held his cutleries,

steak, but he worried

explained herself with perfect calmness and honesty, Greg felt

his mindfulness, Abigail smiled. "I have

up her cutleries and cut

"Let me do it."

of him into bite-size pieces before

be hungry. Go on,

spoke, he took her

were elegant, like a

slender fingers were incredibly good-looking, and how he looked when he was cutting up the

man sure looked like he could

Abigail's stare, Greg looked up and asked with a smile, "What is

I just thought you looked good enough to

And then, she froze.

just

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