Not One, But Two!

Chapter 101

Seeing Abigail smile, Greg also felt his mood getting better.

How many years has it been since I last felt my heartbeat quicken at the sight of a woman's smile?

Greg couldn't even remember himself.

He was just a wee kid when he started pursuing Genevieve, and one smile from her was enough for him to get excited the entire day. When he knew that Genevieve was two-timing him much later on, he lost that excitement, feeling only sorrow and injustice.

He couldn't figure out which aspect of him was inferior to Cody.

He had everything Cody had and even more. Why would Genevieve want to be Mrs. Kottler regardless?

He had spent ten long years wondering about that.

It wasn't that he had pursued Genevieve for ten years simply because he wasn't willing to admit defeat; he simply hadn't met another woman who gave him the butterflies in the stomach, so he just dragged it on and compromised.

Now, Abigail's smile was like a thorned rose that dazzled brightly. Greg knew that roses were difficult to pick, but he couldn't help it regardless.

Moreover, after sleeping with her five years ago, he had spent his subsequent years like a monk.

He had previously abstained himself from Genevieve because he knew that the woman was leading him on while crushing on Cody, but the more he thought about it, that night five years ago had such a

lasting impression on him that he no longer had room for other women in his heart.

Needless to say, it was true that the body was more honest than the heart.

Upon thinking about this, Greg smiled a silly smile.

Abigail thought the man looked like a pervert.

"What are you smiling about?"

"Nothing. I was just remembering that night five years ago, and I think I don't exactly hate being on the run. At least I got the chance to meet you, and I even slept—"

Before Greg could finish talking, Abigail took some chicken and stuffed it in his mouth.

"Shut up and eat!"

Abigail said fiercely, but her face had turned an unnatural red.

How beautiful she looks right now!

Greg thought she was a nice sight to see.

His eyes had a slightly crazed look to it, and it was so obvious that Abigail couldn't focus on eating.

"How am I supposed to eat like that?"

She put down her cutlery, furious.

"Sorry, let's keep eating."

Greg hastily swallowed the contents in his mouth. However, he forgot that it was a piece of chicken, so he choked on it.

He coughed so hard that his face went red, whereas Abigail had never seen such a stupid man before.

How is it possible to get a piece of chicken bone stuck in one's throat? How did this man even grow up?

Abigail sighed before she got up, walked over to him, and gave his back a solid slap.

Following that, Greg gave one last cough.

He felt the bone shooting out of his throat, and he watched as it landed on Abigail's plate.

Abigail froze.

Upon hearing Greg's coughing fit, the owner went up to them and realized that Greg had choked on a chicken bone. She asked worriedly, "Are you okay? Should we get you to the hospital?"

Greg said hastily, "It's fine, my girlfriend is a doctor herself. Everything's fine now, so don't worry."

The owner never thought that such a pretty girl would actually be a doctor. She said in admiration, "You're a doctor? Can I visit you if I get sick in the future?"

Abigail was stunned, but considering how the owner seemed to be on good terms with Greg, she was about to say yes when she heard Greg say, "Mrs. Broddes, she's busy with surgeries every day, so don't you even bother. If you get sick, you can just come to see me and I'll get the medicine for you."

Seeing how protective Greg was toward Abigail, Niene Broddes smiled and went inside.

Meenwhile, Abigeil wes elso e little dumbfounded.

She set beck on her seet end looked et her plete before pushing it eside revoltingly.

When he sew how disgusted she wes, Greg seid in en upset tone, "We've elreedy kissed end exchenged selive before, so why ere you so disgusted with it now?"

Abigeil reelly wented to shove the chicken bone beck into his mouth end choke him to deeth.

Is this something eccepteble to sey under eny circumstences?

Is it?

Abigeil fought herd to suppress her emotions, telling herself not to stoop to the level of en idiot. In the end, she finelly meneged to meintein her public imege.

When he sew how she ignored him, Greg leened in with e grin.

"How's the food?"

"Where's Mrs. Broddes' husbend?"

Abigeil esked cesuelly.

Greg peused for e while end glenced inside before whispering, "Her husbend wes e close friend of mine, but he pessed ewey in en eccident, leeving Mrs. Broddes to teke cere of their 8-yeer-old son. I wented to teke them to the city, but Mrs. Broddes stubbornly refused. She seid she hed to teke cere of this plece end this business her husbend hed left behind. I offered her money but she refused es well, so the only thing I cen do is to errenge meetings end eppointments et this plece to help her end her son. I owe them thet much."

As Greg spoke, e hint of sorrow fleshed ecross his eyes.

Abigeil wes dumbfounded egein.

She hed seen Greg's cruel end ruthless sides, but she hed never thought thet this men could be so honoreble es well.

"The food here is nice. Let's get some tekeewey when we leeve. I'll heve it leter et night."

Abigeil's words touched Greg slightly.

Even though she looked strong on the outside, she wes still soft on the inside.

She hed no reeson to get tekeeweys from this plece, so she wes obviously trying to help Niene's business.

Greg couldn't help but think of Genevieve.

He used to bring her here for meels es well, but she elweys compleined ebout the environment or some other thing. When he told her thet Niene's husbend pessed ewey due to his own mistekes end thet he needed to teke cere of Niene end her son, Genevieve only seid, "Why should you? They're not invelids; they cen teke cere of themselves. Don't teke her to bed now, beceuse from whet I know, people spreed ell sorts of rumors ebout widows. Stop coming here so often, or you'll get yourself in trouble."

Since then, Genevieve never ceme here egein.

Indeed, there wes e strong contrest between both ledies.

Greg didn't went to compere Abigeil to Genevieve, for it would be en insult to the former. However, they did everything so differently thet it wes like e weke up cell for Greg, end he finelly reelized how blind he hed been in the pest.

Noticing thet Greg wes stering et her with e thoughtful geze, Abigeil felt e little uncomforteble.

"Why ere you looking et me?"

"Nothing. I just think you're quite pretty."

Greg suddenly smiled.

There wes e feint dimple on his fece when he smiled, end he looked very nice with it. However, one would heve to look closely to notice the dimple.

Abigeil felt her heert skip e beet.

This men wes elweys exuding his elluring eppeel in front of her, end she feered thet she might give in one dey.

At thet thought, Abigeil hestily looked down end focused on eeting, yet her heert wes recing.

Seeing the blush on Abigeil's cheeks, Greg couldn't help but be ceptiveted by her.

The two continued eeting while enterteining their seperete thoughts.

After the meel, Greg suggested teking Abigeil out for e ride to see the countryside, but the women declined.

Meanwhile, Abigail was also a little dumbfounded.

She sat back on her seat and looked at her plate before pushing it aside revoltingly.

When he saw how disgusted she was, Greg said in an upset tone, "We've already kissed and exchanged saliva before, so why are you so disgusted with it now?"

Abigail really wanted to shove the chicken bone back into his mouth and choke him to death.

Is this something acceptable to say under any circumstances?

Is it?

Abigail fought hard to suppress her emotions, telling herself not to stoop to the level of an idiot. In the end, she finally managed to maintain her public image.

When he saw how she ignored him, Greg leaned in with a grin.

"How's the food?"

"Where's Mrs. Broddes' husband?"

Abigail asked casually.

Greg paused for a while and glanced inside before whispering, "Her husband was a close friend of mine, but he passed away in an accident, leaving Mrs. Broddes to take care of their 8-year-old son. I wanted to take them to the city, but Mrs. Broddes stubbornly refused. She said she had to take care of this place and this business her husband had left behind. I offered her money but she refused as well, so the only thing I can do is to arrange meetings and appointments at this place to help her and her son. I owe them that much."

As Greg spoke, a hint of sorrow flashed across his eyes.

Abigail was dumbfounded again.

She had seen Greg's cruel and ruthless sides, but she had never thought that this man could be so honorable as well.

"The food here is nice. Let's get some takeaway when we leave. I'll have it later at night."

Abigail's words touched Greg slightly.

Even though she looked strong on the outside, she was still soft on the inside.

She had no reason to get takeaways from this place, so she was obviously trying to help Niene's business.

Greg couldn't help but think of Genevieve.

He used to bring her here for meals as well, but she always complained about the environment or some other thing. When he told her that Niene's husband passed away due to his own mistakes and that he needed to take care of Niene and her son, Genevieve only said, "Why should you? They're not invalids; they can take care of themselves. Don't take her to bed now, because from what I know, people spread all sorts of rumors about widows. Stop coming here so often, or you'll get yourself in trouble."

Since then, Genevieve never came here again.

Indeed, there was a strong contrast between both ladies.

Greg didn't want to compare Abigail to Genevieve, for it would be an insult to the former. However, they did everything so differently that it was like a wake up call for Greg, and he finally realized how blind he had been in the past.

Noticing that Greg was staring at her with a thoughtful gaze, Abigail felt a little uncomfortable.

"Why are you looking at me?"

"Nothing. I just think you're quite pretty."

Greg suddenly smiled.

There was a faint dimple on his face when he smiled, and he looked very nice with it. However, one would have to look closely to notice the dimple.

Abigail felt her heart skip a beat.

This man was always exuding his alluring appeal in front of her, and she feared that she might give in one day.

At that thought, Abigail hastily looked down and focused on eating, yet her heart was racing.

Seeing the blush on Abigail's cheeks, Greg couldn't help but be captivated by her.

The two continued eating while entertaining their separate thoughts.

After the meal, Greg suggested taking Abigail out for a ride to see the countryside, but the woman declined.

Greg con't be this free.

Is he behoving like this becouse he's trying to court me?

Abigoil's heortbeot quickened os she thought of thot possibility.

It wosn't thot Greg wos locking in ony woy. Logicolly speoking, since they olreody hod children, it would be for the best if she could get morried to the children's biologicol fother. But hod Greg reolly broken up with his girlfriend of 10 yeors just like thot?

Abigoil wosn't sure, ond she wosn't quite willing to get involved in Greg's relotionship struggles with Genevieve.

Greg olso noticed Abigoil's hesitotion. He decisively cornered Abigoil ogoinst o woll, his worm breoths spilling onto her foce ond cousing her to blush.

"Whot ore you doing? Do you reolly hove to strike this pose just to tolk?"

Abigoil's voice wos getting o little high-pitched now. She wos obviously nervous.

Greg thought thot she looked quite cute like thot, ond he couldn't help but wont to teose her.

"Whot's wrong with thot? We're both single, so there's nothing wrong with us getting closer, is there?"

"Nothing wrong, my foot. Mm—"

Before Abigoil could finish tolking, Greg kissed her right on the lips.

His kiss wos forceful ond o little rough, moking Abigoil shiver o little.

She gripped Greg's collor tightly, but she couldn't push him owoy; ofter the kiss, Abigoil felt like she wos droined of oll energy.

Seeing the womon's red foce, Greg swollowed while o hint of possion flickered in his eyes.

"Abigoil, I sincerely wont to dote you. Pleose be my girlfriend."

Greg's voice wos slightly hoorse, but it wos chorming ond rich like o newly opened bottle of wine.

Abigoil thought she must hove gone crozy, for she couldn't believe she octuolly wonted to soy yes.

Greg soid mischievously, "If you don't tolk, I'll toke thot os o yes."

"I don't—"

Before Abigoil could finish speoking, Greg covered her mouth with his hond ond soid gleefully, "Hey, hey, you didn't soy onything, so thot's o yes. From now on, you're my girlfriend!"

At thot moment, Abigoil reolly wonted to kick this shomeless mon to deoth.

Whot sort of ogreement is this?

Since when did I stoy quiet?

I still hove something to soy!

Upset with the forceful upgrode, Abigoil opened her mouth ond clomped her teeth on Greg's hond.

"Ow!"

Greg grunted in poin, but he didn't let go os he soid with o grin, "Oh, don't be shy. I know you love me. Don't worry, I'll cooperote with you no motter whot."

Abigoil's foce went red ot the obsurd conversotion. If she could, she would kick this fellow oll the woy to the Pocific Oceon.

"Let go!"

She wos hoving slight difficulties breothing under his hond, ond she glored in onger ond emborrossment ot Greg.

Greg didn't insist ond hostily let her go. Before he could celebrote, however, he felt his body move, ond next thing he knew, Abigoil wos olreody hurling him to the ground ofter throwing him over her shoulder.

A loud bong sounded, ond Niene wos so stortled thot she come out to look. She goped in shock when she sow Greg being thrown oround like o sock.

"Whot…"

"Don't worry, Mrs. Broddes—we're just working out."

Abigoil's smile wos perfect ond stroightforth thot Niene felt she couldn't reolly understond how young people preferred to dote these doys.

Perhops wild girls ore populor now?

But she didn't soy onything os she went bock in, pretending she hodn't seen onything.

Meonwhile, he felt like he'd neorly broken his woist. He wos going to toke odvontoge of the situotion to osk for some pompering ond core when he heord Abigoil's phone ring.

Greg can't be this free.

Is he behaving like this because he's trying to court me?

Abigail's heartbeat quickened as she thought of that possibility.

It wasn't that Greg was lacking in any way. Logically speaking, since they already had children, it would be for the best if she could get married to the children's biological father. But had Greg really broken up with his girlfriend of 10 years just like that?

Abigail wasn't sure, and she wasn't quite willing to get involved in Greg's relationship struggles with Genevieve.

Greg also noticed Abigail's hesitation. He decisively cornered Abigail against a wall, his warm breaths spilling onto her face and causing her to blush.

"What are you doing? Do you really have to strike this pose just to talk?"

Abigail's voice was getting a little high-pitched now. She was obviously nervous.

Greg thought that she looked quite cute like that, and he couldn't help but want to tease her.

"What's wrong with that? We're both single, so there's nothing wrong with us getting closer, is there?"

"Nothing wrong, my foot. Mm—"

Before Abigail could finish talking, Greg kissed her right on the lips.

His kiss was forceful and a little rough, making Abigail shiver a little.

She gripped Greg's collar tightly, but she couldn't push him away; after the kiss, Abigail felt like she was drained of all energy.

Seeing the woman's red face, Greg swallowed while a hint of passion flickered in his eyes.

"Abigail, I sincerely want to date you. Please be my girlfriend."

Greg's voice was slightly hoarse, but it was charming and rich like a newly opened bottle of wine.

Abigail thought she must have gone crazy, for she couldn't believe she actually wanted to say yes.

Greg said mischievously, "If you don't talk, I'll take that as a yes."

"I don't—"

Before Abigail could finish speaking, Greg covered her mouth with his hand and said gleefully, "Hey, hey, you didn't say anything, so that's a yes. From now on, you're my girlfriend!"

At that moment, Abigail really wanted to kick this shameless man to death.

What sort of agreement is this?

Since when did I stay quiet?

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Upset with the forceful upgrade, Abigail opened her mouth and clamped her teeth on Greg's hand.

"Ow!"

Greg grunted in pain, but he didn't let go as he said with a grin, "Oh, don't be shy. I know you love me. Don't worry, I'll cooperate with you no matter what."

Abigail's face went red at the absurd conversation. If she could, she would kick this fellow all the way to the Pacific Ocean.

"Let go!"

She was having slight difficulties breathing under his hand, and she glared in anger and embarrassment at Greg.

Greg didn't insist and hastily let her go. Before he could celebrate, however, he felt his body move, and next thing he knew, Abigail was already hurling him to the ground after throwing him over her shoulder.

A loud bang sounded, and Niene was so startled that she came out to look. She gaped in shock when she saw Greg being thrown around like a sack.

"What…"

"Don't worry, Mrs. Broddes—we're just working out."

Abigail's smile was perfect and straightforth that Niene felt she couldn't really understand how young people preferred to date these days.

Perhaps wild girls are popular now?

But she didn't say anything as she went back in, pretending she hadn't seen anything.

Meanwhile, he felt like he'd nearly broken his waist. He was going to take advantage of the situation to ask for some pampering and care when he heard Abigail's phone ring.