Not One, But Two!

Chapter 229

Greg had already drafted up an essay of compliments and sweet nothings to Abigail, but who'd have thought the call was declined seconds after it tried to connect.

Declined?! He checked the phone with incredulity and suspected it was broken. With that, he made another attempt, unwilling to resign. It wasn't declined this time, though; it just wasn't answered.

What the heck? He furrowed his brows glumly when he heard the emotionless voicemail greeting. Third time's the charm, right? Unfortunately, it went straight to 'the number you have dialed is not in service' this time, and Greg looked toward his assistant with a gaze laced with frost.

Benjamin thought he was treading on thin ice, and he suggested gingerly, "Mr. Buckley, do you suppose Ma'am is ghosting you?"

Greg froze for a split second, upset by the notion.

"Why would she ghost me for no reason?"

"How is it 'no reason'? First, you didn't answer 23 of her calls, then you came back with a body full of injuries, and you wouldn't tell her about it, shutting her out. From what I can tell, Ma'am's vindictive, so I wouldn't be surprised if she decided to ghost you."

The longer Benjamin spoke, the harder he thought he couldn't bear Greg's icy gaze. He really wanted to give himself a tight slap.

F*ck me and my big mouth.

But the idea had clearly sunk in with Greg as he ordered coldly, "Give me your phone."

Benjamin hurriedly obliged.

When Greg called Abigail using Benjamin's phone, she answered right after one beep and even spoke up immediately.

"Greg won't need anything but rest to recover. I'm in the middle of something; don't call me in the next few days unless it's important."

With that, Abigail hung up, not giving the caller a chance to speak at all.

Benjamin instantly sensed that the atmosphere had dropped to sub-zero, and he couldn't help gulping in fear. "Mr. Buckley…"

"F*ck off!"

It was now that Greg genuinely sensed Abigail's despise for him.

Earlier, he assumed Abigail was resting, spent from the surgery, so he thought to call and coax her when she had probably awoken, hoping to salvage his love life. But who'd have thought Abigail ghosted him before he could salvage anything.

Most importantly, she could talk to Benjamin but was unwilling to utter even a word to him. He had genuinely pissed her off this time. What now?

Benjamin couldn't help feeling distressed when he watched as Greg clenched his phone, wanting to crush it to bits.

"What are you still here for? Didn't I tell you to f*ck off?!"

Greg was in the middle of sulking, and yet his obtuse assistant was still standing here, acting as a constant reminder that Abigail didn't want to see him.

I'm now even more inferior than my own assistant! How maddening, how depressing, how infuriating, how… how…

Greg actually couldn't find any more words to describe his current mood.

reluctance. "The phone, Mr. Buckley. My phone's in

Do you think you can't even buy

Benjamin was rendered dumbfounded.

Greg snapped right at him. "What, fifty

sure, you're the boss. Poor Benjamin was instantly dejected. He decided to yield before power but still wanted to

about this, Mr. Buckley? I'll give you back the fifty million, and you give me back my

response, frightening Benjamin so much that he

shut behind him, and silence filled

opened Benjamin's WhatsApp, searched for Abigail's number, and sent

on her phone, as she hated being interrupted when she was thinking about a

had a death wish and interrupted her at

Benjamin, she sent a voice message. "Wallis, I'm warning you. I'm super busy right now. You better not disturb

hadn't released the microphone button. "Hurry up,

who-knew-what, but it did smell good, and it whet

and grabbed a hand towel

out to be tortellini

did you get

it down in the kitchen. Try it; see if it's how you

she saw this bowl of mouth-watering tortellini

sure it is

spoonful as she spoke, then gave it a blow before eating

couldn't wait to hear what she

soup. She looked so happy that it was as though spring had arrived, and never in a million years could he forget how content she looked. Deep down,

"It's good!"

didn't know what was running through Addison's mind, eating one tortellini after another. Likewise, she didn't know Greg was

wonder she wouldn't answer my calls! No wonder she answered Benjamin starkly! And what the f*ck did that son of a b*tch say? He can't hold it anymore?! What the

breath. He was so inflamed that he

myself injured? Hadn't I not told you about it because I was afraid you'd worry? Hadn't I only made you anxious?! Do you

livid the more he thought about

with her and

joking, but who'd have thought she actually

thought of his other half marrying someone else,

a jolt only to find his boss lifting the covers to get

Buckley, Ma'am said you have

stay any longer in bed, my wife will be someone else's, and my daughters

was nothing he could do to stop the rampaging man but only advise him. "Mr. Buckley, you can't expose your shoulder wound, or you'll catch a fever. It'll be troublesome if your condition

Greg stopped abruptly, and Benjamin, who wasn't paying attention, bumped right into his back.

you not use your eyes

didn't realize," Benjamin joked in a way only he found funny before watching Greg walk grumpily

blew right in, causing Benjamin to shudder

open the door this wide, Mr. Buckley!" warned Benjamin as he approached Greg, only for him to command,