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.

other hand, reminded his superior with reluctance. "The

given you fifty-plus million. Do you think you can't

Benjamin was rendered dumbfounded.

Greg snapped right at him. "What, fifty million

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

the fifty million, and you

in response, frightening Benjamin so much that he

shut behind him, and

WhatsApp, searched for

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

a death wish and interrupted her at

it was Benjamin, she sent a voice message. "Wallis, I'm warning you. I'm super busy right now. You

in as she finished speaking but hadn't released the microphone button. "Hurry up, Miss Abigail! I can't hold

a hot bowl of who-knew-what, but it did

phone away and grabbed a

to be tortellini

you

kitchen. Try it; see if it's how you usually like it." Addison looked at her

she saw this bowl

sure it is if

picked up a spoonful as she spoke, then gave

it?" Addison couldn't wait to hear what she

remembered the first time he made Abigail tortellini soup. She looked so happy that it was as though spring had arrived, and never in a million years could he forget how

"It's good!"

through Addison's mind, eating one tortellini after another. Likewise, she

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

a little out of breath. He was so inflamed that

it because I was afraid you'd worry?

beyond livid the

had said it before: if he ever got himself injured, she would take their girls with her and marry another man, have their girls

only joking, but who'd have thought she

by the thought of his other half marrying someone else, Greg

only to find his boss lifting

said you have to stay in

wife will be someone else's, and my daughters

he could do to stop the rampaging man but only advise him. "Mr. Buckley, you can't expose your shoulder wound,

abruptly, and Benjamin, who wasn't paying attention, bumped right into his back. The collision affected Greg's wound, causing him to grimace in

you not use your eyes when

Benjamin joked in a way only he found funny before watching Greg walk

in, causing Benjamin to shudder

catch a cold if you open the door this wide, Mr. Buckley!" warned Benjamin as he approached Greg, only for him to command, "Stand right