Not One, But Two!

Chapter 198

Hugh was admittedly shocked to see a flour-covered Greg looming up in front of him at the door. It was an unexpected sight and borderline comical.

"Who is it, Greg?" Abigail's crisp voice traveled from the living room. Upon hearing the gentle lilt of her tone, Hugh bristled as his gaze darkened imperceptibly.

She really is here!

"Just the delivery guy," Greg answered loudly as he stepped to block Hugh from view. An ominous look colored his face as he warned, "You'd better leave now before things get ugly." He had lowered his voice drastically that they were the only ones who could hear what he said.

Jealousy had turned Hugh's eyes red. He had half the mind to barge into the house, but it didn't look like Greg was going to let him do it without putting up a fight. "Move!" he growled.

"I see you have a death wish," Greg observed sarcastically. He had been holding back for Abigail's sake, but it was clear to him now that Hugh had no intention of staying in line. Right now, he's triggered by how loving and indulgent Abigail sounded earlier. He's going to take me on in a fight even though he's wounded. The thought had only just crossed Greg's mind when Hugh suddenly swung his fist out.

Being challenged by Hugh on his own doorstep rubbed Greg wrong, and he had run of patience.

"Sweetheart, I'm heading out for a bit. Keep working on the ravioli and wait for me!" Greg called out gently, but there was no hiding the murderous gleam in his eyes.

He quickly closed the door behind him and shoved Hugh onto the lawn.

On the other hand, Hugh was itching to kill Greg. He lunged toward him and dealt all the deadly moves he could think of, but Greg dodged them with ease and landed several punches on his wound. Although it was a low move, it was effective.

Soon, blood seeped through the gauze that had been taped over Hugh's wound, and the pain had sucked all the color out of his face. However, Greg did not let up with his punches and mercilessly forced Hugh to back away.

In the past, Greg might have pulled back his punches as a favor to Hugh for taking care of Abigail and the girls, but the man had wanted him dead and even tried to kill him. As things were, whatever tolerance Greg had afforded him was gone, and mercy wasn't something he had to spare.

Greg pulled a feint, and Hugh had only been distracted for a second when he suddenly found himself locked in a chokehold.

"You!" Hugh gasped angrily, but Greg did not loosen his hold on him. Instead, he looked even more murderous, and he seemed intent on strangling Hugh to death.

At last, Hugh panicked.

He had believed that Greg was not as formidable as rumors made him out to be, and that it was merely because he was the Fourth Young Master of Harrion that he got to where he was today. He was even convinced that the only reason why Greg put up with his antics the past few times was because he didn't want any trouble, and that he wanted to avoid a fight with him at all costs. However, he finally knew what danger felt like at this moment. He could see his life flashing before his eyes, and the prospect of death tightened his chest and wrung out his heart.

"Don't think that I won't kill you, Hugh. You're on my turf, and I believe I've given you enough chances. If you still don't learn your place, I don't mind wiping you off the face of the earth without anyone knowing about it. I have plenty of ways to make Abigail think you left without saying goodbye. Try me if you dare," Greg bit out coldly as he tightened his arm around the man's neck, pressing into his jugular.

You think you've claimed her as your own? Hah! Let's just say that you're not even the first man she's been with. Do you know

tell Greg about the most disgraceful part of Abigail's past. After all, he thought that there was no man in this world who could tolerate the fact that his

already reached out his left hand and pressed it hard against Hugh's bleeding wound before the latter managed to get his words out. The

was not a single ounce of warmth in Greg's eyes as he bit out, "I know everything about her, and I won't have you coming to my place to defile Abigail's reputation and feed me stories about her. If you want to die so badly, I can do you the favor and send

when a crisp and alluring voice spoke up from somewhere. "Mr. Buckley, I saved that

was confronting right now was the dark emperor of Harrion, but that

this man called Hugh. While Violet wasn't sure what personal grudges tied Hugh and Greg together, she

had suddenly piped up out of nowhere. He swiftly kept the

he glowered at him nonetheless as he said maliciously, "You

if you're so intimidating anyway," Greg replied with a scoff. He had been murderous a moment ago, but he now resumed his

Hi, pleasure to meet you. I'm Violet." With that, she offered

of those people. However, she still thought that he was a worthy acquaintance, and she figured there was no harm getting on friendly terms with him seeing as he meant

and don't let him show up in front of me ever again, or I can't promise that you'd be able to keep your word to Abigail. Also, my girlfriend is rather strict about me coming into physical contact with

said all this, he turned on his heels

still hung in mid-air, and

how impassive Abigail was and sputtered at

but he knew that he had lost out on the chance to kill the man where he stood today. However, he consoled himself

not a character to be messed with, but she kept her tone neutral as she said, "Sir, I

Hugh roared and

she had her own pride too. She had nothing to do with this patient in the first place, and if Abigail had not asked her for such a favor, she wouldn't have come to treat this ingrate of a man.

wrong, one had to bear their

lunging forward to

think a delicate girl like her would actually hurt him, so he did not dodge when she reached his hand toward him. However, he was about to shrug her off when he felt an unnatural

"You—"

dryly. The next second, she did

Garden, she figured she

dragged Hugh's limp body without much decorum and hauled him into her car before driving away from Allie's Garden. She wasn't sure where she

place from where he stood at the doorway, and he had to say he was mighty impressed

felt as if a weight had been lifted off his

already done with half of the ravioli batch. When she saw Greg walk in, she smiled and asked, "What did the delivery guy want