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.

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

think you can't

Benjamin was rendered dumbfounded.

for the next best thing. However, Greg snapped right at him. "What, fifty million can't get

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

back the fifty

glared daggers at him in response, frightening Benjamin so much that he scurried away.

door shut behind him, and silence filled

Benjamin's WhatsApp, searched for

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

had a death wish and interrupted her

right now. You

microphone button. "Hurry up,

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

away and grabbed a hand towel to take the bowl

turned out to

did you get

it; see if it's how you usually like

saw this

sure it is if

up a spoonful as she spoke, then

couldn't wait to hear what she had to

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

"It's good!"

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

And what the f*ck did that son of a b*tch say? He can't hold it anymore?! What the f*ck

Greg thought askew when the guy sounded a little out of breath. He was so inflamed

Kain. Hadn't I only gone and got myself injured? Hadn't I not told you about it because I

the more he thought

injured, she would take their girls with her and marry another man, have their girls call the man 'Daddy', and

joking, but who'd have thought she actually dared

someone else, Greg thundered

his boss

said you have to stay in

I stay any longer in bed, my wife

stop the rampaging man but only advise him. "Mr. Buckley, you can't expose your shoulder wound, or you'll

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

your eyes when you

too dark; I didn't realize," Benjamin joked in a way only he found

in, causing

Buckley!" warned Benjamin as he approached Greg, only for him

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