Not One, But Two!

Chapter 231

"Greg." Abigail's voice turned gentle all of a sudden.

"Huh?"

Greg discovered that he really couldn't resist Abigail when she got gentle. She was like spring water dripping into his heart, making it ripple, filling him with anticipation, and making him succumb to her.

"Come closer."

She smiled amorously, and Greg leaned toward her like he had been enchanted. The next second, Abigail, still smiling, lowered her head and bit down his neck mercilessly.

"Ah—" Greg stiffened upon feeling the pain, but at the thought that his rough skin and leathery flesh might be tough on his beloved's teeth, he instantly heaved a sigh of relief and relaxed his muscles, letting her do as she pleased.

As long as she was happy and as long as she vented her anger, he would even gladly let her mangle him.

Abigail's jaw was beginning to feel sore. This is exhausting; his flesh is really leathery.

With that, she pushed him away and huffed, "Happy? Is this what you want? Have you gotten into masochism lately? It's like you're uncomfortable if you're not punished."

She was rather spent after this little torment, which, sure enough, got Greg smiling, not giving a thing about the bite mark on his neck.

He pulled Abigail into his arms and said earnestly as he took in the realness of her touch. "I'm sorry, Abigail, for letting you worry."

Abigail smiled in response. "Don't worry about it. You had my best interest at heart and didn't want those guys to keep a close eye on me at all times anyway. I guess you've also done society a favor."

Greg meant well, and that she never denied.

"I don't care what happens to other people. I just want your life to forever be smooth sailing."

At that, he tightened his hug.

Touched by his actions, she patted his shoulder, careful to avoid his injury. "Get some rest. You can't afford any more torment right now."

"Alright." With that, Greg removed his shoes and got into bed, scooping Abigail into his arms while he was at it. He looked complacent that Abigail no longer had the heart to berate him.

Oh, forget it. I've already punished him by ignoring him all morning. Besides, the pain during the surgery would've taught him a good lesson.

Abigail couldn't fall back to sleep no matter how when he wasn't around earlier. Now that he was, her eyelids suddenly felt heavy, and she gradually drifted into slumber even though the bed was a little snug for two.

She felt really secure with his crisp scent surrounding her.

Greg opened his eyes when he heard her deep, even breathing, and his heart couldn't help aching when he saw the dark circles around her eyes.

At that, he shut his eyes again and, too, drifted off to sleep with Abigail in his arms.

Outside, Addison was exasperated that Benjamin escorted him out of the ward when Abigail had let him stay by her side. But who'd have thought two sh*t-stirrers, named Greg Buckley and Benjamin Wallis, suddenly showed up and foiled all his plans?!

"F*ck off! I'm warning you. I'll kick your a*s if you continue to get in my way."

I'm afraid of a little brawl? We're both men here; what's there to be hesitant about? I'm going to put it out

"And if I win?"

like the way Benjamin put things into perspective. How was he a third wheel? Abigail was his in the first place. Greg was the shameless one who stole her from him, and this guy

that these two sh*t-stirrers have

Benjamin as he thought

what happens if I win." Addison clearly wasn't going down without a

if you

if this pipsqueak dared to go in, and Greg would definitely

course, Benjamin didn't let Addison know of

his jacket. "Alright, come at me then. I'd like to see what Buckley's assistant

to see what the captain of Ma'am's

the two lunged

was fast asleep in each other's arms while the other

Benjamin and Addison were still at each other's throats, so spent that they were out of breath. Yet, neither would

was indescribably content when he saw Abigail curled up

food," he said when he noticed the tortellini soup on the table had turned

been an hour since the two fell asleep

indeed hungry. The tortellini soup was piping hot when Addison brought it over, so the two chatted while waiting for it to cool down. But who'd have thought Greg showed up? And now, the soup hadn't just cooled down

"But my leg."

carry you to the cafeteria then.

successfully tempted her, and she spread

Greg carried her in his arms

called for a timeout, both too worn out to throw another

before… we… we continue…" said Benjamin as he bent over and panted, then thought he saw his boss carry Abigail out of the ward from the

continue fighting this kid anymore, don't I? Goodness, I

it for today. I

Addison dashed into the

the other hand, chuckled to himself when he

kid, and he thinks he can fight Mr. Buckley for a woman. Who does he think he

the tortellini soup he made for Abigail was abandoned on the

his mood plunged into the abyss when he had been

in. "Hey," he whistled. "Why are you still upset when

he

walked further in to discover the bowl of tortellini soup that had gotten cold. He supposed Abigail was done with it, so he ate it without a single care. He was famished after a long brawl with

admit that it still tasted good despite

he made it? I should see if I can get him to make some for me, Benjamin thought delightfully. But before he could

you permission to eat my tortellini?!" Addison

spending time with Abigail, and now he was

"Spit it all out!"

fear. "Dude, what the f*ck?! I've only eaten

from oncoming tears, aggrieved to see that his love was now in this sh*t-stirrer's belly. Miss Abigail's done with it? As if! She had wanted to gobble it

c'mon, it's not that big of a deal. We're all dudes here. No reason to