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.

the other hand, reminded his superior with reluctance.

can't

Benjamin was rendered dumbfounded.

thing. However, Greg snapped right at him.

He decided to yield before power but still wanted

I'll give you back the

response, frightening Benjamin so much that he scurried

shut behind him, and silence filled the room in

searched for Abigail's number,

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

nincompoop had a death wish

busy right now.

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

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

and grabbed a hand towel to

out to be

you get

the kitchen. Try it; see if it's how you usually like it." Addison

hadn't felt hungry until she saw this bowl of mouth-watering

is if

spoonful as she spoke, then gave it

wait to hear what she

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 content she looked. Deep

"It's good!"

mind, eating one tortellini after another. Likewise, she didn't know Greg was now frothing

wonder she wouldn't answer my calls! No wonder she answered Benjamin starkly! And what the

a little out of breath. He was so inflamed that he thought his chest

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

turned beyond livid the more

before: if he ever got himself injured, she would take their girls with her and marry another man, have their girls call the man 'Daddy', and also love

but who'd have thought she actually dared

other half marrying someone else, Greg thundered at the

came right in after a jolt only to find his boss lifting the covers to get out of bed,

said you have to

sh*t! If I stay any longer in bed, my wife will be someone else's, and my daughters will call the

rant baffled Benjamin. However, there 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

you say?" Greg stopped abruptly, and Benjamin, who wasn't paying attention, bumped right into his back. The collision affected Greg's wound,

you not use your

I didn't realize," Benjamin joked in a way only he found funny before watching Greg walk grumpily to the sliding glass doors and open

wind blew right in, causing Benjamin

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