Not One, But Two!

Chapter 190

"Abigail Kain, are you screwing with me?"

Genevieve looked like a demon at this moment as she glared at Abigail intently, but she was in so much pain that

she was struggling to speak.

Nevertheless, Abigail chuckled coldly before she answered, "I am screwing with you. What about it? Do you have

anything against it? Well, it doesn't matter even if you do as you deserve it. Since you treated Amy so horribly, I'll

treat you the same. Just because I never bothered retaliating doesn't mean that you can bully me as you wish, and

because of what you've done to Amy, you'll have to pay for it now. Go on the livestream and apologize to my

assistant now, or else…"

"In your dreams! I'll never apologize to you or your assistant even if I die!"

Genevieve was an arrogant woman.

Before Abigail showed up, she was treated like a princess by everyone, and she couldn't believe that she was being

bullied by the same people that she once looked down upon.

What a joke! I'd rather die than apologize!

Yet, Abigail seemed somewhat amazed by her determination before she smiled and said, "It's fine. I can wait."

"You should stop dreaming because I will never apologize to you or your assistant for the rest of my life! Never!"

"We shall see. I won't remove these needles from you now; I'll do it tomorrow morning instead. Have a great night."

After saying that, Abigail stood up and left.

Meanwhile, Greg instructed coldly after taking a glance at Genevieve, "I want everyone to guard this place tonight.

Do not feed her anything or let her drink water without my permission."

"Yes, Mr. Buckley."

Genevieve glared at Greg intently as all of her love toward him had turned into hatred right then.

Despite that, Greg wasn't bothered by her glare at all and left along with Abigail.

Instead of leaving the place, Abigail found a seat outside and sat down.

She had a dark gaze and looked as if she was deep in thoughts, but Greg could recognize the aura around her—it

was a killing intent, and it was something all hitmen needed to possess.

At this moment, Greg couldn't help but recall the situation with Hitman Island as he walked over and took a seat

next to Abigail.

"I'm sorry that I didn't manage to protect Amy."

Although Greg didn't know how much Amy meant to Abigail, he knew that the woman rarely had people around

her, and Amy had been with her for three years.

Three years wasn't a short time. Considering Abigail's character, she wouldn't have let Amy stay with her if she

didn't like her, and Greg felt guilty that he wasn't able to protect someone so important to Abigail. After all, Amy

had gotten hurt at his place.

Nevertheless, Abigail wasn't an unreasonable person. Upon hearing what Greg said, she paused before shaking her

head. "It's not your fault. Besides, you were still unconscious when it happened. By the way, I might not be able to

go back tonight. Can you arrange a room for me and get someone to bring me a first-aid kit? I still need to tend to

your wound."

Since Greg had already guessed what Abigail was thinking, he said in a low voice, "Why don't you come to my

room?"

"Sure."

Abigail didn't reject him.

After the two of them went back to Greg's private room, Benjamin was sent to get the first-aid kit.

At the same time, Abigail stood by the window and thought about everything that happened before she finally

sorted everything out.

"Greg, what happened to you?"

Greg was taken aback by her question.

"What do you mean?"

"You turned off your phone and went to the boxing gym. After making a stop at Straqium Embankment, you ended

up with Genevieve. Are you not going to explain yourself to me?"

Nonetheless, Abigail wasn't trying to accuse Greg because that was the source behind everything that had

happened so far, and she just wanted to know why Greg had gone drinking until he became hopelessly drunk for

seemingly no reason.

However, Greg looked taken aback as he felt extremely conflicted.

Can I tell her about it? Should I ask why? What if this is a part of her that she doesn't want to relive again? Why

should I reopen her wounds again?

At the thought of that, Greg said quietly, "I wasn't in a good mood."

"Why?"

Based on Abigail's understanding, Greg was a loud and carefree person. Even if he was in a bad mood, he'd choose

other methods to vent his emotions instead of doing something like this.

When Greg met her curious gaze, he didn't know how to answer her question all of a sudden.

"W-Why can't I get jealous?"

"Huh?"

Abigail was dumbstruck.

Get jealous? What is he talking about?

Yet, Greg turned away in embarrassment before he explained, "You obviously know how Hugh feels about you. I'm

just upset that I can't do anything to him because he saved you and the kids five years ago."

What he said was true.

Immediately, Abigail felt an aching pain in her chest.

She knew that Greg was a proud man, and he wouldn't have allowed Hugh to leave Harrion unscathed after

everything that man had done to him if it weren't because of her and the fact that she cared about Hugh.

Because of her, Greg was unable to vent his emotions, and Abigail felt guilty about it.

Just then, her heart softened up considerably.

It's not easy to get a man to let go of the provocation from his love rival because of you.

When Abigail saw the awkward look on Greg's face and thought of his shoulder wound, she felt even worse.

Hugh was really planning to kill Greg. If I hadn't found out about the poison, I would have been left with his body if

his condition got delayed any longer.

At the thought of this, she started feeling lingering fear.

Although Abigail was merciful toward Hugh, her merciful act was unfair toward Greg.

Right then, she made a decision.

"I'll give you an explanation regarding Hugh's issue."

"It's fine. I can handle it on my own."

Hugh knew about Greg's injury, and no one else would do this to Greg considering his influence in Harrion except

for him.

After all, he had never bothered to hide his murderous intent toward Greg.

Greg would give him another chance this time to even out what he had done to take care of Abigail and the kids,

but he wouldn't hesitate to make his move if anything happened again.

Besides, the reason why he didn't want Abigail to get involved in this was simple; Greg simply didn't want Abigail to

have any interactions with Hugh again. Unfortunately, Abigail didn't understand what he meant.

"I'll get him to leave Harrion and make sure that he won't come back again, alright? I know that you've been feeling

aggrieved regarding this."

"Are you planning to make it up to me? Don't you know that I almost died?!"

Abigail felt like laughing when Greg suddenly gave her a pitiful look as if he was a child.

"Mr. Buckley, are you sure you want your men outside to see you like this now?"

"I'm alright with it as long as they dare to see me like this," Greg replied in all seriousness.

Upon hearing him, Abigail shook her head helplessly before she walked over to him. Then, she held his face and

planted a kiss on it.

"Is that enough?"

"That's what you call making up? Let me show you how it's done."

Suddenly, Greg wrapped his arms around Abigail before his lips landed on hers.

Although Abigail wanted to struggle free, she dropped the idea and allowed him to do whatever he wanted when

she thought of his injury.

However, Greg became too much to handle when his hands roamed around her shirt lustfully. He was about to

reach under her shirt, so she quickly grabbed his hands.

"Come on, sweetheart!"

Greg's voice was hoarse as he gave Abigail a displeased look.

While Abigail felt like she was going to lose control of herself as well, she said sternly, "No."

"Why not?"

Greg was upset.

Why can't I get what I want?

Abigail gave him a look before she continued, "How is it possible that you're still thinking of doing the deed when

you're injured? Don't you know that it'll affect your healing progress?"

"Who said that? Are you trying to trick me?"

Greg's eyebrows were knitted in a deep frown, and he looked as if he could kill a fly with his expression.

Nevertheless, Abigail was amused by his reaction.

"Why would I lie to you? You just got poisoned, but all you can think about is doing that kind of thing. If I'm not here,

can you even control that body of yours?"

"What are you even talking about? I would never cheat on you."

Since Abigail had already made herself clear, Greg stopped trying to get her into the mood. As he felt extremely

uncomfortable by how bloated he was, he said, "I'm going to go take shower."

"You can't!"

Abigail grabbed him before explaining, "You cannot expose your wound to water."

"Sweetheart, are you for real? I have to shower. You're not saying that I can't shower before my wound heals, are

you?"

Greg couldn't help but shiver at the thought of himself being dirty.

Nevertheless, Abigail said quietly, "You need to get someone to help you to clean yourself since you can't get any

water on your wound no matter what."

"Aren't you going to help me out?"

Greg grinned evilly, causing her face to turn red.

"You wish."

Abigail pushed him and started heading out. However, her voice rang out next to Greg's ear within the next second.

"I'm warning you—you're dead if I find out that your wound gets exposed to water."

Although Abigail sounded demeaning, Greg couldn't help but smile as a warm feeling coursed through his body.

I didn't know that letting go of my stubborn thoughts about what happened in the past could be so calming. As long

as she's happy, there's no need for me to care about what happened ages ago.

While thinking of that, he entered the bathroom.

Meanwhile, Abigail felt her face burning up when she left the room before she made a call.

On the other hand, Hugh was happy when he received a call from Abigail.

"Abbie, what made you think of calling me? Did something happen to the cat? I can go over to help you out."

Upon hearing Hugh, Abigail was stunned for a second before she remembered that there was still a cat at her

house.

Still, she didn't talk about the cat and said lightly, "Hugh, let's go out for lunch tomorrow."

Since Hugh did not expect Abigail to invite him out for lunch, his mood quickly lifted.

"Sure. Where should we go?"

"That'll be up to you. Let me know through text after you've made the reservation," she answered before hanging

up.

Hugh and Greg were on the verge of starting a war. Hugh had already made his move, and Abigail felt upset

knowing about it.

Still, she felt aggrieved on behalf of Greg, and she never wanted someone as carefree as Greg to feel aggrieved

because of her.

After Abigail hung up, she suddenly realized that there was an unfamiliar presence behind her.

"Who is it?"

She quickly turned around before throwing the scalpel hidden in her sleeve.