Not One, But Two!

Chapter 195

When the waiter in the burrito shack heard Abigail and Greg's banter, he hurried out from the kitchen and greeted, "Welcome to Jose's Burrito Shack. Table for two?"

Greg was in a really good mood, so he declared jovially, "Ten of your finest burritos, please!"

The corner of Abigail's lips twitched when she heard this. "Ten burritos for the two of us? What are we, animals? Are you going to finish them all?"

"There are customers here who would appreciate a free burrito, Abigail," he pointed out with a mischievous grin, sounding proud of his argument.

At the sight of his haughty demeanor, Abigail smiled indulgently and shook her head in mock exasperation, but she did not stop him.

Meanwhile, sitting in the corner of the shop was Hugh; he had witnessed their exchange and wanted nothing more than to throw his burrito onto the ground. After all, he had never seen Abigail so obliging and amiable before.

For the last five years, she had been distant and courteous with him, and despite all the things he had done for her, she never once smiled at him as brightly as she did with Greg. He didn't think he had ever seen her indulge Alissa and Arianna like this either, which meant Greg was the sole recipient of such a privilege.

Rage began to thrum in Hugh's veins as he kept his menacing gaze on the happy couple.

Meanwhile, Greg had draped an arm around Abigail's shoulders and led her into a secluded corner obscured from the view of the main floor. Hugh still had a murderous look on his face even after they had disappeared from sight, and the burrito in his hand, which had been quite delicious until moments ago, lost all its flavor.

He remembered how happy he had been yesterday when he got a call from Abigail asking him to meet up with her for lunch this afternoon, but that happiness turned into fury now. After seeing for himself how lovey-dovey Abigail was with Greg, he had a bad feeling about their upcoming lunch appointment.

At the thought of this, he grew even angrier. He threw his burrito down on the plate and rushed out of the burrito shack, but he encountered a sniper attack just as he walked past the nearby parking lot.

He managed to dodge the bullet for a while, but the sniper was relentless.

Eventually, Hugh was shot because he had let his guard down for a brief second.

He scrambled away on instinct, but he realized he was in the clear and stopped abruptly, finding himself in a dilemma.

In the past, he had Abigail to tend to his wounds at first instance, but she had made it clear that she no longer wanted to have anything to do with him. Well, who should I go to now at a time like this?

He was at a loss, and he was heartbroken. He had been the one to save Abigail five years ago; she was supposed to be his woman, but by some twist of fate, she ended up with Greg instead.

The thought of this only made his gut churn.

Without dwelling any more on these thoughts, he pulled out his phone and gave Abigail a call.

While this was happening, Abigail was enjoying a piping hot burrito fresh with Greg sitting across from her. She had only just begun to savor the flavors of the wrap when she got Hugh's call.

Upon glancing at his number flashing on the screen, she froze. In fact, there was a split second where she didn't feel like answering the call. She had told him that they would meet for lunch, but it was morning now—hours away from their agreed time. More importantly, she didn't want to risk upsetting Greg right then and there.

at her curiously and

didn't want a

"Just turn off

the incident that got you injured, and I want him to leave Harrion for good. If possible, I don't want him to step foot into the

slightly when he heard this. He was still grim, but not as grim as he had been

that Greg had given her the green light, Abigail did not have to feel so bad about picking up the phone call anymore. Thus, she

are you?" Hugh asked urgently on the

might even have let him drop by her place so she could treat his wounds. However, she maintained an impassive tone as she said, "I'm sure the hospital can take care of the wounds for you. The enemy wouldn't dare to strike you there when he

breakfast together, he might not have been so furious. However, he knew for a fact that Abigail was not at all busy, unless one considered chewing burritos to be an important task. She was

with this wound, I'll either get killed or arrested.

he

treatment. When she thought about their upcoming lunch appointment and the things she had to tell him, she began to consider helping him

yourself into a nearby motel and send me the location. I'll

from lashing out at her if the call went on. Check myself into a motel? Am I no longer allowed at

him to

that Hugh and I need to hash out, but I promise you this is the last time I'm seeing him, and I'll do everything in my power to banish him from

had chosen him over Hugh even though the latter had been her and the kids' safe

with a text; Hugh had

Greg saw that the location was sent from Allie's Garden where Abigail was staying, his eyes grew cold. "I'll

Hugh and Greg was exactly what she

at this rate. I'll just go along with this and see

events had robbed her of her appetite, and she didn't feel like finishing her burrito anymore. "Come on," she said as she stood up, but Greg reached

leave," he ordered. He didn't want her gastric issues to act up again,

and muttered under her breath, "I'm not

him?" Greg asked her. There was clear accusation in his dark and smoldering eyes, making it seem as though her lack of an appetite was synonymous with her concern for Hugh. She couldn't help being amused by

go hungry, just come right out with it instead of pelting me with accusations. If I didn't know better, I'd think

not obvious that I'm jealous? In case you missed it, I hereby declare it loud and clear—I am jealous. I'm angry, and I'm upset. What are you going to do about it?" He glowered at her like a petulant child after

however, found his behavior rather heartwarming. She reached out and buried her fingers into his hair before

touch a man's hair whenever you like? The nerve of you!" Greg ducked away from her hand as he snapped

jealous and indignant side of him absolutely adorable, and for a moment, she seriously wondered if she didn't have masochistic tendencies. After all, there seemed no other reasonable explanation as

looking at? Do I look like a burrito to you? Eat your breakfast!" With as much chagrin as one could channel into the act of grabbing a

pouted and said, "You just touched

sudden? This hand has touched you all over, but I don't see you complaining

words. Okay, a jealous Greg is as insufferable as he is a force to be reckoned with. I'll just keep my