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 a bath

the food

"Yes, Sir."

had the chef push the food trolley

could swallow

She was famished.

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

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

Abigail didn't know

She grew up neglected.

Then, in her five years abroad, for the sake of her twins, her survival, and her job, she didn't

placed the red wine before her for her to try, she was actually a little

a sip under his

think?" He looked expectantly at

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

how it tasted, she couldn't express

on her, making her a

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

like a nobleman. His social circle, the food he ate, and even his lifestyle were leagues

wouldn't have even spent a fortune to build

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

asked what she thought about the wine, she really

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

seemed to be just briefly narrating, not at all feeling inferior

Greg was taken aback.

clearly

in her family and how she had lived in

moment, he wanted

and said, "Actually, it's not something

As he held his cutleries, he took a pause

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

with perfect calmness

mindfulness, Abigail smiled.

picked up her cutleries and cut

"Let me do it."

steak in front of him into bite-size pieces before pushing

be hungry. Go on,

spoke, he took her

movements were elegant, like a

fingers were incredibly good-looking, and how he looked when he

could be

looked up and asked with a

I just thought you looked good enough

And then, she froze.

she just hit

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