Not One, But Two!

Chapter 211

The scalpel stopped an inch away from Greg's wrist, the light bouncing off the tip of its blade reflected in his dark eyes, bringing out the bright amusement in his gaze.

Abigail could not bear to hurt him in the end, which made her furious as she kept the scalpel with a grim look on her face. "Go away!" she snapped. Was he so ready to have his nerves mutilated by me? I could have rendered his hands useless if I had not stopped myself in time. Sure, I could always mend the nerves after they were cut, but his hands would never be able to function like before.

The thought of how close she had come to damaging the nerves in his hand made her shudder, but he had already known that she would not hurt him. Exasperated and embarrassed, she shoved her elbow against his stomach. Caught off-guard, he let out a low grunt at the sudden impact and quickly released her from his embrace.

"Serves you right," Abigail mumbled as she headed into the kitchen.

There were still some leftovers on the table. She glanced at the food, but she had yet to take a bite of them when Greg suddenly walked in and offered, "You haven't eaten, have you? Go wait in the living room while I whip up something for you." Then, he put on an apron and began washing the tomatoes, which had been left on the sink counter.

Abigail crossed her arms and leaned against the door frame as she asked, "Where the hell's your pride, Greg? You're the president of Buckley Group, and seeing you in the kitchen behaving like a maid gives me the creeps."

He countered nonchalantly, "I don't see how this is creepy. I'm just trying to be a good househusband here, which means I'll have to learn how to serve my mistress well, or she won't give me my allowance." The words came out of him so naturally that one might believe he was only commenting on the weather instead of disregarding his honor entirely.

Unable to stand this obliging side of him, Abigail frowned and said, "You're one of the Four Young Masters of Harrion; you could at least have a little respect for yourself."

"Respect isn't going to sustain me or put food on the table, and I can't exactly marry respect, can I? I've made up my mind that as long as my future wife sticks around, I could abandon all sense of respect and grovel at your feet," he declared.

"Yeah, no, I don't think I'd want someone as big as you groveling at my feet," she pointed out with a grimace.

Not wanting to carry on this meaningless banter with him, she sauntered into the living room and curled up on the couch. She rubbed her temple tiredly to soothe the onset of a migraine, feeling drained after her confrontation with Valerie. It had been a long day.

When Greg saw how exhausted Abigail looked, he couldn't help feeling a little guilty. He did not ask her for the children's whereabouts, trusting that she had already made the best arrangements for them. Right now, he planned to stick to her like glue no matter how annoying she found him because he knew that if he were to allow her the space she asked for, then everything would be over between them.

He didn't know how he was supposed to do damage control after what his mother had done other than swallow his pride and cling to Abigail. Nevertheless, the fact that she tolerated his presence here now was a good sign.

A smile curled on his lips as the thought crossed his mind. He sliced the produce and heated olive oil in a pan, then dumped in the greens for a quick stir-fry. Before long, he was done with the dish.

Meanwhile, Abigail felt her stomach twist with the familiar ache of gastritis, but she had left her medicine at home. She breathed through the pain, reminding herself that she usually pulled through just fine the last few times and that it was only a bout of mild discomfort.

in front of him. She knew that he and Valerie were two separate entities. Still, her anger toward the latter was directed

leaned back further into the couch, and her mouth watered when she smelled the aroma

had whipped up pasta and stir-fried greens, and he gave Abigail a large

she felt like someone was gutting her, and she could hardly wait to put some food in her stomach. Nonetheless, she was just about to dig in when Greg stopped her by putting his hand on

hissed impatiently, grouchy from

the packet and put them in her hands, at which point she realized that the drugs were for her gastritis. "Sit tight while I get you a glass of water to chase down those pills. Then, we'll dig into the meal. You can't just fill

does he want from me? He should know by now that his mother thinks he's way out of my league. Going on like this will only force him

pills instead. She winced at the intense bitterness that filled her mouth, but she did not think it was much harder to swallow these pills than it was to

she was nearly done with

she was a little self-conscious and thought she deserved a pat on the back for being able to wolf down food despite the tense circumstances. Within moments, she devoured the entire plate of pasta, spared half the greens, then

are you going?

as she turned to walk out

her rejection, Greg left the house as well and got into his car, then tailed her from behind. She frowned in frustration when she glanced into the rearview mirror and saw him following her, so she pulled up to the side of the road and got out of her car. She walked

he asked innocently after

way things have turned out, you can't possibly expect me to turn a blind eye to them," she said tiredly. "I know I'm being unfair to you right now, Greg, but the person who forced me into doing this is none other than your mom. So, I can't

been boiling with rage the entire time and kept it in check, but she could see that tolerance would not work out well for either of them now that he had decided

"I'm not asking you

piss off and stop showing up in front of me?"

marry into my family, then I'll just have to marry into yours and take on your last name. How about that? I just want to be with you, and if that means I have

him waned when she saw how serious he looked even while he spun all these cheesy, borderline-melodramatic lines. They shot through her heart like

she muttered in resignation, though it was unsure if she was referring to herself

other hand, frowned as he quickly

that the 'home' Abigail had mentioned would be this one, though to call this place her home would be a far, far stretch. So what

he was terrified that she would break up with him after Valerie's shenanigans. Granted, she did say that they needed space to cool off on their own, but as things were, he was almost certain

never imagined himself falling so deeply for a woman that he would abandon every shred of his pride just to be with her. Besides, they were parents to two daughters, and just the idea that his girls