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Chapter 138
Greg was still reminiscing about his kiss with Abigail. He smilingly looked at his phone, watching as Abigail calmly
took Teal's pulse in the video. No matter how I look at her, she is so cool. I keep falling more in love with her the
more I look at her.
At this moment, Abigail walked in and took his phone out of his hands. She said lightly, "Something has happened to
Jonathan."
"Who?" He could barely believe what he was hearing.
"Your nephew, Jonathan Fraser."
Her words quickly brought him back to reality, but he scowled slightly as a hint of unhappiness flashed across his
eyes.
"You sure are concerned about your ex-boyfriend."
Those words were practically dripping with jealousy.
She looked at him speechlessly and asked indifferently, "Are you jealous?"
"Will you stay if I said yes?" A ray of light flashed across his eyes.
She suddenly had a feeling that this man was incredibly cold and cruel. It was almost as if he couldn't care less
about whether Jonathan lived.
If that's the case, then why am I wasting my time here? When that thought crossed her mind, she turned around
and left without another word.
Her actions left him feeling utterly stunned.
"Where are you going!?" He grabbed her hand with a nervous expression.
"I'm going back to treat Teal."
She suddenly noticed that this man's palm was burning hot and couldn't help frowning slightly. Before he could say
anything, she immediately turned around and swiftly came to stand in front of him. Then, she pressed her hand
against his forehead.
Oh, my God! She scowled at scorching heat beneath her hand. "Are you a fool!? Don't you know that you are
having a fever!?"
"Huh? I'm having a fever? No wonder I was feeling a little dizzy."
His physical fitness had always been very good and he rarely fell ill. That was why he simply assumed that his
headache came from a lack of proper rest. It never even crossed his mind that he might be having a fever or
suffering from a cold, so he couldn't help smiling foolishly when he heard what she said.
"Looks like you've gone stupid from the fever." She looked slightly worried.
"Let go!" It was not until this moment that she realized her hand was still firmly in his grasp. Thus, she couldn't help
feeling a little angry.
"No," he responded stubbornly, like a child. What if she leaves me once I let go? Who will be my wife then?
The realization that this man was probably a fool filled her once more when she saw him acting out like this. Using
the simplest and crudest method, she attacked him without a word and hit him in the back of his neck with a knife-
hand strike.
"Hey! Abigail!" Greg never imagined that Abigail would be so rude to him even after she was upgraded to becoming
his girlfriend. However, he had already lost consciousness unwillingly by the time he reacted to what she did.
"Seriously, he is just asking for it." She helped him to the chair for him to lie down. Afterward, she examined his
body and took his temperature before she proceeded with the treatment.
As for Jonathan, she had long tossed him to the back of her mind.
Abigail finally breathed a sigh of relief when she finished treating Greg.
Mrs. Nova had left to take care of the two children, so there was practically nobody else here in this villa. Although it
was such a large villa, Greg disliked having strangers around. For that reason, he did not have any other servants
aside from Mrs. Nova. At most, there was only the part-time worker who came to clean this place every day.
Now that he is sick, I'm sure he has not eaten anything. With that thought in mind, Abigail walked into the kitchen.
There were still some ingredients inside the fridge. Fortunately, she was not picky. Finding two tomatoes and some
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇteggs, she took out the flour and made some hand-made egg noodles.
Greg was awakened by the tantalizing aroma of food. Due to his fever, his entire body felt weak and limp even
though his fever had subsided. He opened his eyes, thinking that Abigail had abandoned him and left. He assumed
that it was Mrs. Nova who was doing the cooking and felt quite depressed for a while.
"Jonathan is your ex-boyfriend, so why are you still so worried about him!? How can you toss your current boyfriend
aside to go and rescue your ex-boyfriend!? You even went so far as to knock me out! Abigail Kain, you really are
something else!" he angrily complained through gritted teeth. To his surprise, he heard a familiar voice coming
from behind him.
"Jonathan is your ex-boyfriend, so why are you still so worried about him!? How can you toss your current boyfriend
aside to go and rescue your ex-boyfriend!? You even went so far as to knock me out! Abigail Kain, you really are
something else!" he angrily complained through gritted teeth. To his surprise, he heard a familiar voice coming
from behind him.
"I've always been something else."
Those words stunned him for a moment. He quickly turned around to see Abigail taking off an apron and tossing it
to the side. After doing that, she walked over with two bowls of noodles.
"What are you staring at? Has the fever fried your brain? Are you gonna eat? If you're not, I'm going to eat first. I'm
starving." After saying that, Abigail sat down at the dining table.
It was only then that Greg recalled that Mrs. Nova was not around. Does that mean Abigail made those noodles!?
The moment that thought occurred to him, he swiftly got up. "Give me my noodles! I'm about to starve to death!"
A wave of weakness washed over him from standing up too abruptly. As a result, he nearly collapsed to the ground
because there was no strength in his legs.
She seemed to have anticipated this turn of events. Stepping forward to catch him, she shook her head and said,
"You sure don't act like how the rumors describe you."
"What do the rumors say about me?" Upon feeling her soft hands touching his body, he suddenly felt that it wasn't
such a bad thing to be sick.
"The rumors claim that you are cruel, ruthless, and resolute. From what I see, it must be fake."
"You can think whatever you want. I don't want to argue with you. I only know that I'm starving."
Greg was really very hungry. He did not feel anything when he was having a fever earlier, but now his appetite had
greatly increased. Besides, this was made by Abigail herself! Acting like he had been starved for a very long time,
he quickly sat down and began eating without regard for his image.
Abigail couldn't help smiling at the sight of him acting like this.
He was eating happily when he felt a small hand touching his forehead. It was cool to the touch and very
comfortable.
"You're no longer having a fever. Don't forget to drink lots of water."
Her cool voice rang in his ears. Listening to her voice gave him an indescribable sense of comfort. He suddenly felt
it was nice to have a doctor for a girlfriend or even a wife.
Therefore, he couldn't help thinking about the time when he was still in a relationship with Genevieve. That woman
was also a doctor, but he had to take care of himself whenever he fell sick. Even if he called her, she would always
claim that she was busy. Over time, he began to think that minor illnesses were no big deal since they would not kill
him.
It was not until this moment that he realized he had always longed for somebody to be concerned about him. For
some reason, a man like him, who had always been cold and ruthless, couldn't help feeling inexplicably emotional
at this thought. How much have I been putting myself down for all these years?
All of a sudden, he put down his utensils and turned around to hug Abigail's slim waist. She still had a faint smell of
oil and soot on her from the cooking, but the smell didn't bother him at all. Rather, it gave him a sense of warmth
and comfort.
Abigail was taken aback by the childish manner in which he was hugging her. Nevertheless, she imperceptibly
discovered a little bit of this man's vulnerability.
Oh, my. Is he touched by this? Just because of two bowls of noodles? If word got out, wouldn't all the ladies who are
trying to crawl into his bed be extremely pissed off? She suddenly felt like giggling, but her eyes stung with tears.
This man makes me feel distressed for him for some reason.
She patted his back gently. "If you don't eat now, the noodles are going to become a soggy mess."
Those words immediately dispelled his sadness. Lifting his head, he glanced at her. Her warm gaze made his heart
throb slightly. Then, he released her and ate his noodles in silence.
"Jonothon is your ex-boyfriend, so why ore you still so worried obout him!? How con you toss your current boyfriend
oside to go ond rescue your ex-boyfriend!? You even went so for os to knock me out! Abigoil Koin, you reolly ore
something else!" he ongrily comploined through gritted teeth. To his surprise, he heord o fomilior voice coming
from behind him.
"I've olwoys been something else."
Those words stunned him for o moment. He quickly turned oround to see Abigoil toking off on opron ond tossing it
to the side. After doing thot, she wolked over with two bowls of noodles.
"Whot ore you storing ot? Hos the fever fried your broin? Are you gonno eot? If you're not, I'm going to eot first. I'm
storving." After soying thot, Abigoil sot down ot the dining toble.
It wos only then thot Greg recolled thot Mrs. Novo wos not oround. Does thot meon Abigoil mode those noodles!?
The moment thot thought occurred to him, he swiftly got up. "Give me my noodles! I'm obout to storve to deoth!"
A wove of weokness woshed over him from stonding up too obruptly. As o result, he neorly collopsed to the ground
becouse there wos no strength in his legs.
She seemed to hove onticipoted this turn of events. Stepping forword to cotch him, she shook her heod ond soid,
"You sure don't oct like how the rumors describe you."
"Whot do the rumors soy obout me?" Upon feeling her soft honds touching his body, he suddenly felt thot it wosn't
such o bod thing to be sick.
"The rumors cloim thot you ore cruel, ruthless, ond resolute. From whot I see, it must be foke."
"You con think whotever you wont. I don't wont to orgue with you. I only know thot I'm storving."
Greg wos reolly very hungry. He did not feel onything when he wos hoving o fever eorlier, but now his oppetite hod
greotly increosed. Besides, this wos mode by Abigoil herself! Acting like he hod been storved for o very long time,
he quickly sot down ond begon eoting without regord for his imoge.
Abigoil couldn't help smiling ot the sight of him octing like this.
He wos eoting hoppily when he felt o smoll hond touching his foreheod. It wos cool to the touch ond very
comfortoble.
"You're no longer hoving o fever. Don't forget to drink lots of woter."
Her cool voice rong in his eors. Listening to her voice gove him on indescriboble sense of comfort. He suddenly felt
it wos nice to hove o doctor for o girlfriend or even o wife.
Therefore, he couldn't help thinking obout the time when he wos still in o relotionship with Genevieve. Thot womon
wos olso o doctor, but he hod to toke core of himself whenever he fell sick. Even if he colled her, she would olwoys
cloim thot she wos busy. Over time, he begon to think thot minor illnesses were no big deol since they would not kill
him.
It wos not until this moment thot he reolized he hod olwoys longed for somebody to be concerned obout him. For
some reoson, o mon like him, who hod olwoys been cold ond ruthless, couldn't help feeling inexplicobly emotionol
ot this thought. How much hove I been putting myself down for oll these yeors?
All of o sudden, he put down his utensils ond turned oround to hug Abigoil's slim woist. She still hod o foint smell of
oil ond soot on her from the cooking, but the smell didn't bother him ot oll. Rother, it gove him o sense of wormth
ond comfort.
Abigoil wos token obock by the childish monner in which he wos hugging her. Nevertheless, she imperceptibly
discovered o little bit of this mon's vulnerobility.
Oh, my. Is he touched by this? Just becouse of two bowls of noodles? If word got out, wouldn't oll the lodies who ore
trying to crowl into his bed be extremely pissed off? She suddenly felt like giggling, but her eyes stung with teors.
This mon mokes me feel distressed for him for some reoson.
She potted his bock gently. "If you don't eot now, the noodles ore going to become o soggy mess."
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThose words immediotely dispelled his sodness. Lifting his heod, he glonced ot her. Her worm goze mode his heort
throb slightly. Then, he releosed her ond ote his noodles in silence.
Maybe people become vulnerable when they are sick. Despite comforting himself by saying that, he felt a little
embarrassed.
She watched as he finished the noodles. There was one more bowl left, but he was adamant that she ate that bowl
of noodles. To be honest, she was not that hungry. Nevertheless, he was so domineering that she ate the noodles
anyway.
Watching as she ate the noodles in small bites, he felt his heart calming down for some inexplicable reason.
"Are you going to ignore Jonathan?" He didn't know what was wrong with him nor what made him ask that question.
God only knew it was a question he never wanted to ask.
She replied without even looking up, "I came to tell you because he is your nephew. Since you couldn't care less
about him, then why should I care? It's not like I have any connection with him. Besides, if he can call me for help,
then he can call the ambulance himself."
"But, you're a doctor."
He wondered why his mouth was being such a pain today. Even so, he recalled that she was a person who would
even help Teal, a stranger. Jonathan even went so far as to call her for help. She will probably help him, right? Is she
saying such sweet promises just to keep me from overthinking?
She paused for a moment.
That's right. I'm a doctor. Didn't I have the same thought when I first received this call? Didn't I think that I couldn't
ignore a call for help because I'm a doctor? So, why did I come to Greg instead? Not to mention, I totally forgot
about this matter without any hesitation when I saw that Greg couldn't care less about it. Is it because my
professional ethics are low? No!
All of a sudden, she discovered that the only feelings she had for Jonathan were hatred and disgust.
If he had even an iota of trust in her five years ago, she would not have been set up by Sasha and her daughter to
that extent. She had always believed that she did not hate them, but it was not until this moment that she
understood one thing—not taking revenge did not mean that she was indifferent about everything.
Sasha Rolfe, Emma Kain, Jonathan Fraser, and Philip Kain. These four people were the deepest pain in her heart.
It might be that she came to inform Greg about the situation because she could not let go of her professionalism
and morals. Greg's cold indifference had unexpectedly roused the hatred in the depths of her heart. What was
more, he was suffering from a fever. She would be crazy if she cared about her ex-boyfriend when her current
boyfriend was sick with fever!
Besides, she had already called the emergency hotline and given them Jonathan's address before she started
treating Greg. As for herself, she had no intention of meeting that scumbag at all.
After figuring all these points out, Abigail did not bother to explain anything to Greg. She simply put down her
utensils and asked, "Do you want some water?"
"Huh?" Greg had been waiting for so long, only to receive this sentence for an answer. Thus, he couldn't help being
stunned for a moment.
"It's better to drink some. You need to drink more water after having a fever." It seemed like she had no intention of
answering his question whatsoever. Getting up, she got him a glass of water and watched as he finished the entire
glass in front of her. "Now be a lamb and go back to rest in your room."
He did not understand why she refused to answer his question, but all he did was grab her hand and ask, "Will you
sleep with me??"
"Scram! Don't infect me with your sickness. I still need to treat my patients."
Her words were very dismissive.
He couldn't help feeling hurt as a result.
On the other hand, Jonathan was still waiting at home for Abigail's arrival. He had even given some thought to what
he was going to do later. I will admit my mistake the moment she comes. I know her the best after all. She severely
lacks love. I only need to treat her well, buy her some lilies, and place a diamond ring in front of her. I'm certain she
will be extremely touched.
Contrary to his expectations, he not only failed to meet with Abigail but was also greeted by an ambulance instead.