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.

claimed her as your own? Hah! Let's

of Abigail's past. After all,

pressed it hard against Hugh's bleeding wound before the latter managed to get his words out. The pain made him

to my place to defile Abigail's reputation and feed me stories about her. If you want to die so badly, I can do

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

up just in time. She knew that the man she was confronting right now was the dark emperor of Harrion, but that didn't keep her from speaking

touch with her for five years, and when she did, it was to ask her to save this man called Hugh. While

the female voice that had suddenly piped up out of

his footing. He managed to not humiliate himself in front of Greg, but he glowered at him nonetheless as he said maliciously, "You didn't get to kill me today, but you can bet that I'll come

a moment ago, but he now resumed

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

Violet wasn't one of those people. However, she still thought that he was a worthy acquaintance, and

Garden after you see to his wound and don't let him show up in front of me ever again, or I can't promise that you'd

he turned on his heels

her hand, which still hung in mid-air, and

was and sputtered at the idea of her being strict with her

had lost out on the chance to kill the man where he

his eyes and sensed that he was not a character to be messed with, but she kept her tone neutral as she said, "Sir, I think we'll have to go

roared and lashed out at

asked her for such a favor, she wouldn't have come to treat this ingrate of a man. Now, he was demanding that

doctor wrong, one had to bear their

forward

girl like her would actually hurt him, so he did not dodge when she reached his hand toward him.

"You—"

Violet noted dryly. The next second, she did not hold back

to get Hugh out of Allie's Garden, she figured she could do the Fourth

Allie's Garden. She wasn't sure where she was supposed to leave him, but she didn't mind driving around while she

place from where he stood at the doorway, and he had to say he was mighty impressed with Violet's skillset. Violet, is it?

that in mind, he felt as if a weight had been lifted off

ravioli batch. When she saw Greg walk in, she smiled and asked, "What did the