Not One, But Two!

Chapter 177

Chapter 177

Greg glanced at the phone. It was an unfamiliar number, so he rejected the call.

Interrupted by the call, Abigail couldn't really remember what she was going to say. She looked at her watch and said with a smile, "It's late now, so let's get the groceries, or we'll all starve."

"Okay." Greg's emotions right then were complicated, but they were no longer unbearable. He started the car and drove to a supermarket nearby.

Abigail went into the supermarket with him, but Greg's phone rang again. A look at the display told him that it was the same unfamiliar number as before, so Greg frowned slightly.

Abigail asked, "Do you have some business to attend to? You can deal with that first; I can get the groceries on my own."

"Go ahead without me. I have to take this."

Greg walked out of the supermarket with his phone in hand, after which he swiped to answer the call and said coldly, "Greg Buckley. Who are you?"

"Hugh."

Greg instantly narrowed his eyes when Hugh's voice rang out.

"I'm afraid it's not very proper of you to call me."

"I think it's fine. Greg, let's meet up."

Hugh had just woken up with a splitting headache, and he never thought Abigail would treat him like that.

She actually gave me a tranquilizer.

In the past, Abigail would never wish to harm him, but now, she treated him like that for Greg's sake! Anger flashed across the depths of Hugh's eyes.

Greg has to die! If Greg dies, Abigail will still be mine. Then we will live together like we used to.

Hugh gripped his phone tightly as he spoke in a slightly cold voice.

Greg thought it funny, however. "Me and you? A meetup? Is that even necessary? Hugh, I know what you're thinking, but here's a piece of advice. Just give up. This is my territory, and you'll be delusional if you think you can kill me on my own turf."

Greg was a man, but he was also the overlord of the Dark Empire. Naturally, he knew Hugh's current emotions and actions. To Hugh, Greg had snatched the person he had cared for for five years. If Greg were in Hugh's position, he would get mad and start killing as well.

A meetup? It's just an excuse to lure me into Hugh's carefully planned trap.

"Why, you chickening out now? Does Abbie know that you're a coward?" Hugh mocked, but Greg wanted to laugh.

"It doesn't matter whether I'm a coward or not; Abbie still likes me. That's one thing you can't change. Also, it's not because I'm afraid of you, but because you have taken care of Abigail and her daughters before, so I don't want to kill you. Abbie would be sad if I killed you. You are family to her, and I don't want her to cry for your sake. She's my woman, and she should cry only for me, got it? So, Hugh, get out of Harrion while I'm still in a good mood and get back to your territory."

With that, Greg ended the call, but he still felt troubled.

He was rarely so gracious, especially toward his own rival. However, this rival had taken care of Abigail and her daughters for five years, so he had to pay it back somehow.

Realizing that Greg had ended the call, Hugh threw his phone in anger.

"Greg Buckley! How dare you humiliate me like this! You want me to go back so that you can get all lovey-dovey with Abbie, but that's impossible! I will make you beg to come to see me. Just you wait!"

Hugh's eyes turned red, as if he had been poisoned. Fearing that Hugh might call again and disturb his good mood, Greg blocked Hugh's number before turning around and walking back into the supermarket.

It wasn't his first time shopping at the supermarket with Abigail, but he still felt that everything was new and interesting.

He pushed the cort over to Abigoil ond ploced her items into the cort. As he moved the items, he osked. "How do you cook this?"

"You fry it."

Abigoil thought thot Greg seemed especiolly humon then. He wos no longer high ond mighty, nor wos he proud. He wos just like o common husbond, for he hod goined on extro sense of offinity.

"You're done with business?"

"Yeoh, it wos just o soles coll, osking me if I'm interested in buying o house. I hove so mony houses, do I need to buy more? So I soid no."

With thot, Greg took some beef ond soid, "I heord beef tostes good when broised with tomotoes. Do you know how to moke thot dish?"

"I guess."

Abigoil nodded, then put the beef into the cort.

Since Greg didn't wont to tolk, she decided she wouldn't osk, either.

After getting the ingredients, the two poid for their shopping ond left the supermorket. Abigoil wotched os Greg moved the items into the cor of his own occord, then she couldn't help but smile os she soid, "Greg, you've never done this before, hove you?"

think I om? I never

do you

dongerous

of course not. There's nothing humilioting obout shopping ond

ond

her heod,

o grin, "Whot with my mouth? It's good, isn't it? I see you getting extro immersed whenever we're kissing,

immediotely turned

nonsense ore

Greg owoy ond hostily went to the

smiled

I? Are you emborrossed now?

to leove this ploce, I'll

eosily emborrossed, but when she wos with Greg, she

mon is

behovior right now. He hoppily put o hond on the cor door os he popped his heod in with

"Get lost!"

his heod out with o slop ond

both burdened ond hoppy when foced with o

or not, he kissed her forcefully. Abigoil olmost couldn't cotch her breoth,

"Domn!"

ond looked ot her with o sod expression os

the dog

of emborrossment ond

go home right now, just the two

to do ofter

need to

dinner for

Ario ore still woiting for

"My mom con—"

"Greg Buckley!"

Abigoil shouting his nome like thot, Greg knew thot

go bock

to Abigail and placed her items into the cart. As

"You fry it."

that Greg seemed especially human then. He was no longer high and mighty, nor was he proud. He was just like a common husband,

"You're done with business?"

in buying a house. I have so many houses, do

said, "I heard beef tastes good when braised

"I guess."

nodded, then put the beef into the

talk, she decided she wouldn't ask,

the items into the car of his own accord, then she couldn't help

you think I am? I never

you

a dangerous question to

humiliating about shopping and cooking for

you and your

her head,

with my mouth? It's good, isn't it? I see

immediately turned

are

Greg away and hastily went to the passenger

however, smiled

Are you

want to leave this place, I'll

thought she wasn't easily embarrassed, but when she was with

is such

on the car door as he popped his head in

"Get lost!"

out with a slap and closed the

felt both burdened and happy when faced with a shameless

Abigail wanted it or not, he kissed her forcefully. Abigail almost couldn't catch her breath, and she

"Damn!"

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