Chapter 164

Abigail suddenly shouted, startling Greg and causing him to step on the brakes. The car drifted and came to a sudden halt by the road.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong?" Right after he asked the question, Abigail was seen getting out of the car and swiftly running in the direction where she had seen a figure earlier.

Upon seeing her reaction, Greg unhesitatingly turned off the engine and scanned his surroundings.

They were on a straight road with only two exits—one at the north and the other at the south—and without any junctions. Since Abigail had gone to chase after the figure, Greg alighted from the car and ran in the opposite direction. Then, he jumped on the fence wall of one of the houses before he used the wall as support and made another leap toward the other end of the road leading toward the villa.

The path that he had taken was undeniably time-saving. Although it made him look like a thief, he was unfazed by the other's opinion.

When Abigail was pointing and chasing after the figure, Greg was already waiting at the end of the road to stop the figure. That person was actually Emma!

Upon seeing Greg at the front and Abigail running after her from behind, Emma couldn't help but feel sorry for herself.

"Emma Kain!"

Abigail finally caught up with the woman. She glanced at Greg, who seemed calm and composed, and wondered how he had managed to appear at the scene before her. However, instead of asking him about it, she coldly turned to Emma and asked, "Why are you here?"

Emma was beyond nervous at that moment. Why am I here? I can't tell her that I'm here to look for that b*stard, can I? Philip told me that the success of my marriage shall depend on whether Abigail is able to help me.

Emma was enraged and frustrated at that. How could someone, whom she had looked down upon since young, decide her marriage and future? All Abigail had done was latch herself on Greg. That feeling was utterly awful.

As such, Emma thought to do something to make Abigail fear her, and she thought about Alissa. If I manage to kidnap the little b*stard, I can use her to blackmail Abigail. If Abigail refuses to help me, I'll expose the child's existence to Greg. I wonder if Greg will still cherish the used woman by then.

Emma was elated when she came up with that idea. Therefore, she came over to execute her plan, but she didn't expect that she would bump into Abigail here.

Since Greg was with Abigail at that moment, it wasn't an appropriate moment for Emma to say anything. So, she kept her head bowed as she figured out a way to escape.

"Emma, I don't have much patience." Abigail really disliked Emma.

If it hadn't been her gratitude toward Philip for raising her up, Abigail really didn't want to meddle with Emma's relationship with Jonathan.

Seeing that Abigail's patience was running thin, Emma felt irritated, but she quickly responded in a low voice considering that Greg was at the scene as well. "Jonathan has a villa here. I came over to check if he had come back, because I couldn't reach him on the phone. Abigail, you know that I've been in a relationship with him for five years. I—"

"Enough. He's not here." Abigail heaved a sigh of relief upon hearing that Emma was here to see Jonathan, but she was a little unhappy to learn that Jonathan also lived in the same neighborhood.

Greg raised his brows, and a thoughtful look flashed across his face.

my fiancée, but Abigail actually knows whether he's here or not. She's such a shameless

you have Mr. Buckley with you, so will you stop pestering Jonathan? I know that I took him from you, but the fact that I managed to do so proved that your relationship with him wasn't strong in the first place.

Abigail interrupted and turned on her heel to

Abigail might have had some feelings for Jonathan five years ago, but the feelings had been gone the moment he gave up on their relationship.

her, but Greg's cold voice suddenly rang out. "You may continue to pester my girlfriend if you don't want to marry into

paused mid-air in the blink of an eye. She was conflicted if she should continue to

cast her another glance, walked past her and quickly caught up with Abigail before he placed an arm around her

tired? Do you need me to

asked, "You were behind me, but how did you suddenly appear in front

at the fence wall, which enlightened her and made the corner of her lips twitch. "Greg, were you a bandit in your past life? What if the owner actually installed

be afraid of? You are here with me, no? If I'm captured, you will get me out of prison, won't you?" As he spoke, he started to

and embarrass myself. If you are really captured,

smacked his hands off her

at the back of his hand, which was a little red, and thought to himself, My wifey is fierce, but I like this side of her more. She always

the back of her head before he overbearingly pressed his lips against

to resist him as both her hands had been caught by him. His wild scent swept over all her senses

when their kiss ended

was so enchanting that the man wanted to

continue to seduce me, I really can't

don't start driving, I'm getting

was, she felt her face burn when she heard

the car, then

distance. Abigail, who felt a little tired, thought to

hearing her regular breathing, Greg slowed down the car and drove steadily at a speed

naturally aroused the dissatisfaction of other drivers, so some

took a mineral bottle and threw it at the car, startling the other party and causing him to quickly drive away from

Thus, nobody dared to urge him to drive faster. In fact, the only difference between his car and an ambulance was that an ambulance would travel in a speed way faster than Greg's

when they arrived

place. After parking his car, he carried

Abigail from her sleep. So, he placed Abigail on

was usually a light-sleeper, but she was somehow either exceptionally exhausted that day or she refused to wake up from her sleep, so she showed no reaction throughout the

temperature. Upon confirming that her temperature was

preparing some food in

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