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.

headed out with a

bring the

"Yes, Sir."

had the chef push the

certain she could swallow a

She was famished.

glasses of red wine from the decanter, then placed

good as the '82, but it's still nice. I've had them decant it for over an

be honest, Abigail didn't know how to taste

She grew up neglected.

leave home because of Sasha's plots. Then, in her five years abroad,

placed the red wine before her for her to try, she was actually a little freaked out. However, she didn't

sip under his watchful

do you think?" He looked

taste buds at first, then a whiff of alcoholic fragrance streamed down her throat and

it tasted, she couldn't

Greg's expectant gaze was still on her,

unworthy of him, even thinking she was living better

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

have even spent a fortune to

food to eat and the means to survive. She

asked what she thought about the wine, she really

'86 before, so I can't tell. More accurately, I've never really had red wine before or even drank

gaze was honest and lucid, and she seemed to be just briefly narrating, not at all

Greg was taken aback.

had clearly exceeded his

her family and how

wanted to

said, "Actually, it's

across from her. As he held his cutleries, he took a pause before asking, "Do

ask if she enjoyed steak, but he worried that he would

she had explained herself with perfect calmness and

mindfulness, Abigail smiled.

that, she picked up her cutleries

"Let me do it."

cut the steak in front of him into bite-size

hungry. Go on,

took her plate

elegant, like a

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

man sure looked like he could be on

stare, Greg looked up and asked with a smile,

I just thought you looked good enough to

And then, she froze.

just hit on

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