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.

hurriedly and headed out with a bath towel

bring the food

"Yes, Sir."

push the food trolley

certain she could

She was famished.

over and took a seat. Meanwhile, Greg poured two glasses of red wine from the decanter,

it a taste. It's not as good as the '82, but it's still nice.

be honest, Abigail didn't know

She grew up neglected.

forced to leave home because of Sasha's plots. Then, in her five years abroad, for the sake of her twins, her survival, and her job, she didn't

try,

a sip

do you think?" He looked

first, then a whiff of alcoholic fragrance streamed

tasted, she couldn't express

on her, making her a

even thinking she was living better than anyone

His social circle,

girls, she wouldn't have even spent a

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

thought about the wine, she really didn't know

said stiffly, "I've 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

and she seemed to be just briefly narrating, not at all

Greg was taken aback.

clearly exceeded his

how Abigail was treated in her family and

he wanted to beat himself

"Actually, it's not something worth drinking anyway. It's nice that

As he held his cutleries, he took

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

had explained herself with perfect

mindfulness, Abigail smiled. "I have had

up her cutleries and cut up

"Let me do it."

in front of him into bite-size pieces before

hungry. Go on,

he spoke, he took her plate over and

movements were elegant, like

time, 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 be

Greg looked up and asked with a smile, "What is

I just thought you looked good enough to

And then, she froze.

she just

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