Not One, But Two!

Chapter 120

Apparently, Greg was displeased. "Who is calling at the wrong time? Don't they know I'm trying to please my

girlfriend?"

His aggrieved tune made Abigail laugh. This dummy. "It isn't like the caller can see what I'm doing. Alright, I'll try

them on later. I'll pick up the call first."

With the phone in her hand, she stepped onto the balcony and closed the door.

Greg narrowed his eagle-like eyes and stared at her before falling into his thoughts. This woman can't even pick up

a call in front of me. Why are there so many secrets with her? However, he didn't say anything else as he put the

stuff on the table and took off his coat. Then, he rolled up his sleeves and ambled into the kitchen.

Upon seeing that the caller was Alan, Abigail picked it up. "What's wrong again?"

She was currently on leave, so she wasn't willing to take on any tasks. Unless it was Greg who was facing a

problem, she wouldn't accept any new jobs.

Upon hearing her impatient tone, Alan said helplessly, "Abigail, most people are pursuing money, but you're

pushing it away."

Abigail didn't respond to him. In the first two years after giving birth to her kids, she was short of money. Due to the

fact that one of her children was in poor health, she needed to provide a healthy environment for her. Therefore,

she had no choice but to accept many jobs. Now that her life was on track, she just needed enough money to get

by. After all, the money she would get after performing surgeries would be sufficient.

Alan knew that she didn't bother replying to him, so he sighed and uttered, "I can't force you to take on new tasks,

but I've called to tell you that some people are investigating you."

"Who are they?"

"Greg and Ethan. Even though their hackers are unable to break through your defense system, you know that

things will become troublesome if this drags on. Moreover, I've gathered some information that you should be

aware of lest you offend him in the future without knowing it."

His words made Abigail frown. Offend him? Is he talking about Ethan? It's indeed difficult to deal with him, and he

must have a powerful background as his support. "Alright, go ahead."

Upon hearing her dispassionate voice, Alan thought that he was unlucky since he had found such an employer.

"Ethan is the third prince of Marona."

His words startled Abigail. He's a prince? It's no wonder that he's so conceited and brash. She couldn't help but

recall that Ethan was afraid of Greg while they were still in Marona back then. Does Greg have something to do with

Ethan? "Find out the relationship between Greg and Ethan for me."

Alan paused for a moment before saying, "We're unable to gather such information."

"What? Alan, are you telling me that there's some information in this world that we can't gather?" This made Abigail

feel surprised.

A dejected Alan replied, "Apart from what everyone already knows, we can't dig deeper into Greg's background. In

fact, it seems as though all the information has been deliberately erased. I tried restoring the traces, but I was

unable to recover it because the other party is also rather skillful. If you're interested, you can try doing that."

Abigail scowled. She was indeed curious, but she wasn't interested in getting Greg's information in such a way.

"Forget it then. Stop investigating Greg."

"What? Don't you think we should look into his background as well?" Alan didn't understand her.

"I said that there's no need. Alright, don't contact me again if there's nothing serious. I'm busy."

Upon finishing her words, Abigail directly hung up the call and gave Alan five million out of the 10 million from Greg.

Alan had never expected her to give him so much money, so he quickly called her again and asked her whether she

had keyed in the wrong amount. However, Abigail hung up on him again as she was too busy to have a chat with

him.

It was surprising to her that Greg had a complicated background, but that didn't really matter. She loved the man

himself, not his background. Even if he was the president of a country, she wouldn't think she wasn't worthy of his

love. After getting over it, she kept her phone and started thinking about her mother. Stanley still hadn't replied to

her.

Previously, Stanley had given her a photo of her mother. Perhaps she could make use of this photo and look for her

mother through the internet, but she wasn't sure if she really wanted to do that. The past incident was unclear, and

she didn't have the courage to look into her mother's affairs even though that was what she was eager to find out

deep down in her heart. She sighed and left the balcony, but Greg was nowhere to be seen.

He had already placed the things he had bought for her on the bed. There was a beautiful evening dress, and there

was also a pair of crystal shoes.

The corners of Abigail's lips curled up. Is he treating me like I'm Cinderella now? She had to admit that she used to

be Cinderella in the past. However, she had the right to decide whether she was a princess or a queen now. With

that said, she was still moved by what the man had done for her.

Abigail tried out the dress and realized that it looked beautiful on her as it made her look elegant and visually taller.

After getting changed out of the dress, she shuffled downstairs and heard some noises coming from the kitchen. As

she watched the man preparing some food in the kitchen, she felt her heart getting filled with emotions.

She had always been aware that she was a woman who lacked love. She never had the love of her parents when

she was a young kid, and she had never had the love of a man when she was an adult. It was her belief that she

would never find the right man throughout her life, but Greg just appeared one day and sprang into her life. The

throbbing of her heart turned into an urge, so she stepped into the kitchen and wrapped her arms around the man

from behind.

Greg became startled for a moment before he uttered with a smile, "Why are you here? It's all smoke and grease

in the kitchen. Wait for me outside, and it'll be ready soon. Even though there'll be food at the banquet, it's not

meant to fill your stomach. You have some stomach problems, so you'd better eat something first."

No one had ever treated her with such sincerity like Greg did, not even Philip. Hence, she knew that this man truly

loved her. She treasured this love, but at the same time, she was worried about losing it. "Greg."

"Yeah?"

"Will you love me forever?" Her voice sounded uncertain.

Greg felt his heart aching for no reason. This woman always gave off the impression that she was confident and

arrogant, but now, she looked more like a helpless kid. Even though it was just a question, her voice was filled with

uncertainty and desire. He turned around and placed his hands on the woman's shoulders.

Staring at her with his eagle-like eyes, he said lovingly, "Abigail, I'm not a womanizer, and I sincerely want to be with

you. I want to marry you and spend the rest of my life with you, and I will always protect you. Don't worry too

much, okay?"

At that instant, Abigail felt her eyes moistening. The marriage between Philip and Sasha made her feel afraid of

getting into a relationship with anyone. However, Greg treated her truly well, so she couldn't help but want to get

closer to him. She knew she had fallen for him and that she was no longer able to keep the feelings to herself, so

she felt flustered and afraid.

Fortunately, what Greg had said set her mind at ease. She suddenly broke into laughter, and her smile was as bright

as the sun.

Greg realized that just her smile was enough to make him drown in her love. "Abbie, you're seducing me."

He slowly lowered his head. Before he could reach her, Abigail directly tiptoed and kissed his lips. Her kiss was so

passionate and domineering that he felt as though he had been swept into a tornado and was on the brink of falling

apart. At the same time, all his cells seemed to be trembling and screaming. He directly confined the woman to the

kitchen counter and responded to her kiss in a fervent manner.

Soon, the temperature in the kitchen had risen sharply. Just when they were about to do the deed, Greg's phone

started ringing abruptly. Meanwhile, Abigail became stunned as her face was burning. She quickly pushed the man

away and uttered, "I'll go get some water."

With that, she hurriedly fled from the kitchen. My goodness! It was so embarrassing! If the phone hadn't started

ringing, Greg and I would've… At the thought of the outcome, she felt her heart pounding against her chest. Even

though she was bashful, she wasn't against the idea. Even her body started reacting to his desire.

After all, it wasn't like they never had sex before. She could still remember how fierce he was and how well she had

coordinated with him five years ago. In fact, they seemed to be born for each other, and the memories of the

immense pleasure and scorching passion made her tremble. All of a sudden, she dashed into the bathroom and

patted her face with cold water. I can't keep thinking about it anymore! When did I become so lascivious?

On the other hand, Greg was enraged. He could still feel his blood burning in his body, but he was interrupted from

becoming one with the woman he loved. Looking at the name on the phone screen, he had the urge to beat Troy

up. After picking up the call, he snapped in an unfriendly tone, "You'd better have a serious issue. Otherwise, you're

doomed."

Troy was stunned as he could sense Greg's murderous intent through the phone. Instantly, he was drenched in cold

sweat. "Mr. Buckley, I've come here to pass you some clothes, but no one is opening the door."

He felt wronged.

An incensed Greg uttered, "Come to the adjacent house."

After hanging up the call, he directly shuffled toward the door.

Meanwhile, Troy was dumbfounded. The adjacent house? What is Mr. Buckley doing there? Before he could figure it

out, he saw Greg opening the door and stepping out from there. The fact that an apron was wrapped around Greg

made Troy's eyes widen with surprise. My goodness! What am I seeing? Is Mr. Buckley cooking?

Thinking that he was hallucinating, Troy quickly rubbed his eyes before catching sight of Greg fiercely scurrying

over.

"The clothes!"

"Here." Troy subconsciously passed him the clothes.

Looking at his subordinate who had just disturbed his intimate session, Greg suddenly asked with a smile, "Troy, do

you have a girlfriend?"

"What? Yeah, I do have a girlfriend." Troy had no idea why Greg asked such a question all of a sudden, and the eerie

smile on his boss' face sent a chill down his spine.

However, Greg stopped asking as he nodded and uttered, "Get lost. I'll go there myself."

"Oh, alright."

A puzzled Troy left the place. Behind him, Greg was seen narrowing his eyes. How dare you disturb me while I was

enjoying myself! I'll also make you go through the pain of not being able to get intimate with your woman! Hmph!