Not One, But Two!

Chapter 232

Chapter 232

Craig approached Charlotte shirtless, and his toned, defined muscles and tanned, glistening skin shocked Charlotte into a blush.

Immediately, she lowered her head. "I've put your shirt in the living room."

Craig had taken her to see her parents. She cried so hard that her legs gave away when she returned, and she accidentally kicked the sprinkler, which happened to be pointed toward Craig. It busted, and water instantly gushed, drenching him.

Feeling horrible, Charlotte followed Craig home.

Craig went straight in for a shower and also asked her to pull a shirt out from his wardrobe, to which she obliged. But who'd have thought Abigail would learn of this accident.

She didn't know if that woman would let her imagination run wild, but she did know that she couldn't take any more of the beefy body before her eyes.

"I'm gonna step outside for a while." With that, she dashed out.

"Let's have lunch together later. I have something to tell you."

Craig didn't think anything was wrong at all, for he grew up with a bunch of boys, and he even trained shirtless in the base at that. So to him, it was totally normal for a guy to be shirtless.

Besides, he didn't see Charlotte as a woman.

She was the drill instructor's daughter and twenty-three this year while he was already thirty-four. If anything, he only saw her as a girl. So his mind didn't wander to that area when she headed out in embarrassment.

Charlotte, on the other hand, reeled upon hearing his words and nearly tripped.

He even wants to have lunch with me?!

She wanted nothing more than to hide in her home at this time when he had witnessed her most embarrassing moment. However, she also knew she should thank him on account of him taking her to her parents' grave alone.

Yeah, I should treat him to a meal.

With that in mind, she waited in the living room instead of leaving the Pratt Residence.

While waiting, she pulled her phone out, only to discover Abigail's gossip mode was on, and she couldn't help feeling frustrated. She had a feeling she was only digging a hole for herself if she tried to explain things, so she just played dumb and switched her phone off.

Abigail, on the other hand, was even more curious now when she never got a reply from Charlotte.

Meanwhile, Greg was done cooking and happened to be bringing a plate of pasta over.

"What are you looking at? What's so funny?" He stretched his neck, but Abigail immediately turned her phone over, preventing him from sneaking a peek. "Please respect my privacy."

Greg turned glum in an instant.

Privacy? C'mon, you're already beginning to hide things from me. Wait, she's not really thinking of 'branching out', is she? As the thought crossed his mind, he pursed his lips into a moue. "Sure, respect your privacy. Eat up."

While speaking, he pushed the bowl of pasta to her.

With that, she took a picture before finally digging in.

Greg suddenly calmed and even felt serene when he saw how satisfied she was with the food.

"What do you think?"

"Mm, good."

each bite, and very quickly, she remembered that Greg hadn't eaten either. So she twirled a forkful of it and sent it to his mouth. "Have some

a split-second stump, he opened his mouth wide and took

her scent, and for the first time in his life, he thought pasta

"I want more."

already being generous

plate closer to her and looked warily at

being polite, but who'd have thought you devoured nearly half of it in

when he saw

think about it. You call that one bite?! I swear you're a dog. You

guy was shameless anyway, and he might not get it if someone spoke

"If I'm a dog, what does that

booted Greg's leg

bothered by the kick, but he even grinned and joked, "Alright, alright, I'm a dog, I'm a dog, happy? A stud dog and a

her eyes at him. "Do you have to make

yours, Abigail Kain?" He poked her head as he

instantly knew he was blame-shifting when he

swear you can't go three sentences without making a blue joke. I'm warning you here. I'm a patient, and so are you. Don't even think about doing it before both

instantly frowned upon the strict

you can't be

"Oh, but I am."

a forkful of pasta and even stared warily at Greg for fear

pretended to reach for her bowl, causing her to freak out and hurriedly shift aside with the entire plate. Just as she continued to

a good one." He

came to herself. "Give me

"No!"

"Give me!"

down and reached for it, but Greg used the chance to move toward

soon as his lips touched her cheek. However, Abigail froze as though

much, Greg moved to her side and squatted down, taking a

Abigail nudged his chest with her

hit!" Greg held his chest and

shot a glare at him and went back to the pasta. Then again, her lips were curved into

slowly. You make it look like

because he wasn't careful with his strength, and Abigail didn't react in time, the

"Ah!"

sauce was still rather warm, and she was also wearing unlined pants, Abigail yelped

sake, can't you just let me eat

clean her pants, ignoring the fact that Abigail was pulling his hair. "You can yank on my hair later. Let me carry you back to your

I get a burn, I'm going to yank your hair out strand by strand,"

been forever since she

boat. You can yank the

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