Not One, But Two!

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."

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

he opened his mouth wide and took the whole forkful into his

was stained with Abigail's saliva, and it even had her scent, and for the first time in

"I want more."

being generous

to her and looked warily at

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

to tease her when he saw how protective she was of her food. "Just

a dog. You swallowed

get it if someone spoke evasively. So why not just

I'm a dog, what does that make you? A

next second, Abigail booted Greg's leg with her good

the kick, but he even grinned and joked, "Alright, alright, I'm a dog, I'm a

Abigail wanted to roll her eyes at him. "Do you have

yours, Abigail Kain?" He poked her

blame-shifting when he saw

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 of us have

upon

you

"Oh, but I am."

took a forkful of pasta and even stared warily at Greg for fear that he would suddenly steal

her food aggression, and he instantly pretended to reach for her bowl, causing her to freak out and hurriedly shift aside with the entire plate. Just as she continued to latch her gaze on him, she heard a snap. Greg already had his phone camera at the ready in his other hand during who-knew-just-when so that he could snap this very

this is a

herself. "Give

"No!"

"Give me!"

Greg used the chance to

away as soon as his lips touched her cheek. However, Abigail froze as though a jolt of current had coursed through

didn't react much, Greg moved to her side and squatted down, taking a couple more

any more childish?" Abigail nudged his chest with her

I've been hit!" Greg held his chest and fell

and went back to the pasta. Then again, her lips were curved into a smile, and she was trying so hard to hold back

make it look like I've been

Abigail's collar, wanting to pull her a little further away from the plate, but because he wasn't careful with his strength, and Abigail

"Ah!"

still rather warm, and she was also wearing unlined pants, Abigail yelped in anger and yanked

you just

napkins to clean her pants, ignoring the fact that Abigail was pulling his hair. "You can

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

been forever since she had been

floats your boat. You can yank the hair on my legs