Not One, But Two!

Chapter 191

Abigail was confident of her knife-throwing skills, but she missed the target with her scalpel this time. To be precise, the stalker had managed to dodge her scalpel. She narrowed her eyes, and when she wanted to get to the stalker, the other party was nowhere in sight.

Who was that? Did the person stay close to eavesdrop on me, or did he do it for some other reason? She didn't think the person was there to kill her as she couldn't detect any murderous intent. Despite her uneasiness, there was nothing she could do as the stalker didn't leave any traces behind.

The red-light district was filled with people from all walks of life. Even though this was Greg's territory, Abigail knew that he didn't necessarily know all the people here. Upon her return, she saw Benjamin approaching her with a first aid kit. "Ma'am, here's the first aid kit you wanted."

"Thanks," Abigail said and took the kit before she stepped into the room, leaving Benjamin dumbfounded.

Thanks? It was the first time someone had thanked him, and it felt great. With a smirk, he stroked the back of his head and stood guard outside of Greg's room. However, his expression darkened once Abigail entered the room.

Earlier on, he was trying to stay close to Abigail in an attempt to find out who was on the phone with her, but he hadn't expected Abigail to be so sensitive and adept at knife-throwing. If he hadn't managed to dodge the scalpel in time, his arm would've been injured.

At the thought of the incident that had just happened, he felt his back drenching in cold sweat. He was aware that Greg was skillful in martial arts, but it never crossed his mind that Abigail was not to be underestimated as well. It seemed that he had to be more cautious in the future.

Meanwhile, Greg had already dozed off when Abigail shuffled into the room with the first aid kit. However, due to his innate sensitivity for his surroundings and strange noises, he immediately opened his eyes. A hint of murderous intent flashed across his gaze, but it was curbed as soon as he saw Abigail.

"You're back." His voice was still hoarse and languid as he had just woken up.

Abigail flashed a smile at him and said in a low voice, "You haven't recovered yet, so get some rest if you're exhausted. Don't worry, I won't let anyone harm you."

Others believed that since Greg was born in a wealthy family, he could enjoy all the best things in life as he pleased. Nevertheless, Abigail knew that he had endured more pain than most people, and no one else could see how much hard work he put into his career.

There were countless nights when Abigail didn't dare to slumber off. As soon as she heard the slightest noise, she would wake up and look around with vigilance, not knowing where she was for a moment. This was caused by the fact that she was surrounded by danger, and it deprived her of a sense of security. Upon seeing that it was also the same for Greg, she felt heartbroken for him even though they were not related by blood.

An unabashed Greg extended his hands and pulled the woman into his embrace before saying gently, "I believe you. I'll take a nap since I'm really tired."

Abigail replied

was mentally taxing for him to stay awake. Abigail admired the fact that he had persevered for

from her body, he closed his eyes and put his guard down before dozing off. If Benjamin happened to see it, he

tried to get up—as soon as she moved, Greg would stir from his sleep. Needless to say, she didn't have the heart to

prompting Abigail to blush. This man is still so lascivious

the man with a frown, and upon seeing that he was sound asleep, she gave up on struggling out of

was a night without dreams for the two of them. When the sunlight cast

warmth. He wasn't sure if this was what happiness felt like, but he had taken a liking to these warm

and careful, but he became increasingly passionate with each passing second. Eventually, Abigail woke up from near suffocation, and as soon as she opened her eyes, she saw the man's magnified face. Despite her bashfulness, she didn't back down. Instead, she

hands started wandering around her body. Just as they were about to do the deed, Abigail suddenly

stopped feeling the woman's warmth,

at him and said, "Before you recover, don't even think about it. A

shuffled into the

about his wound. At that instant, he wasn't sure if he had made the right decision to

she told herself to calm down for the sake of Greg's health. She splashed some cold water onto her face in an attempt to curb her yearning for the

was truly unpredictable. Before she returned to the country, she still believed that being in love with someone was a waste of time;

her face. Due to the fact that she had exerted more force while doing so, her chest area was dampened with water. Her clothes stuck close to her skin and revealed her bosom in a seductive way, but

herself together, only to see the man's Adam's apple bob up and down. His eagle-like eyes were filled with lust, and it seemed like he was eager to swallow her in one fell swoop. The sight of it

and asked, "Why are

picked up a towel and hurled it toward the woman as it accurately covered up her alluring chest. Then, he dashed into the bathroom to take a cold shower. Abigail initially had no idea what was wrong with him, but as soon as she took the towel away and saw her chest, she immediately figured everything out. That revelation made her face become as red as a tomato. No way! Did he

explain herself, but she realized that she would only exacerbate the situation by doing so. Therefore, she directly put

didn't seem to have had any shut-eye for the entire night. When he saw Abigail leaving the room, he