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.

on the other hand, reminded his superior with reluctance. "The phone, Mr. Buckley. My

you fifty-plus million. Do you think you can't even buy one

Benjamin was rendered dumbfounded.

least have the SIM card?" He hoped for the next best thing. However, Greg snapped right at him. "What,

instantly dejected. He decided to yield before power but still wanted to fight for it

you back the fifty million, and you give me back

much that he scurried away. "Y-Y-You can have it. It's yours

behind him, and silence filled the room

searched for Abigail's number, and

heard the ping on her phone, as she hated being interrupted when

had a death wish

I'm super busy right now. You better not disturb me, or I'll wallop

Addison came in as she finished speaking but hadn't released the microphone

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

her phone away and grabbed a

to be tortellini

did you

if it's how

hungry until she saw this bowl of mouth-watering tortellini

is if you made

spoonful as she spoke, then gave it a

wait to hear what she

had arrived, and never in a million years could he forget how content she looked. Deep down,

"It's good!"

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

answered Benjamin starkly! And what the f*ck did that son of a b*tch

of breath. He was so inflamed that he thought his chest was going

you, Abigail Kain. Hadn't I only gone and got 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

take their girls with her and marry another man, have their

but who'd have

other half marrying someone else, Greg thundered at the top of

after a jolt only to find his boss lifting

Buckley, Ma'am said you have to

in bed, my wife will be someone else's, and my daughters will call the guy

only advise him. "Mr. Buckley, you can't expose your shoulder wound, or you'll catch a fever. It'll be troublesome if

bumped right into his back. The collision affected Greg's wound, causing him

use your eyes when

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

in, causing

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