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 bath towel wrapped around his

bring the food

"Yes, Sir."

had the chef push the

certain she could swallow a whole cow

She was famished.

two glasses of red wine from the decanter, then placed one of

as the '82, but it's

honest, Abigail didn't know how

She grew up neglected.

of Sasha's plots. Then, in her five years abroad, for the sake

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

took a sip under

do you think?" He

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

how it tasted, she

was still on her, making

even thinking she was living better than anyone else. But

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

for her girls, she wouldn't have even spent a

that mattered to her was that she had food to eat and the means to survive. She never gave too much thought or

now, when he asked what she thought about the wine, she really didn't know how

never had Lafite '86 before, so I can't tell. More accurately, I've never really had red wine before or even drank any alcohol. So I really can't tell if it's good

be just briefly narrating,

Greg was taken aback.

clearly

treated in her family and how she had lived in the past five

he wanted to beat

the glass of red wine from her and said, "Actually, it's not something worth drinking

from her. As he held his cutleries, he took

steak, but he worried that

perfect calmness and honesty, Greg felt absolutely

his mindfulness, Abigail smiled. "I

her cutleries and cut up

"Let me do it."

of him into bite-size pieces

must be hungry.

he took her plate over and continued

movements were elegant, like a

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

sure looked like he could

up and

thought you looked good enough to

And then, she froze.

she just

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