Not One, But Two!

Chapter 149

"Greg Buckley, are you not afraid that I'll cling to you when you've come into my life?" Abigail asked, a little choked up.

Greg smiled at that and said assertively, "Not at all. I'm more than happy to have you cling to me forever."

Was there anything more touching than romantic sweet nothings?

She kissed Greg's lips, and a session of pas de deux began.

After things ended, Abigail thought she was close to falling apart.

Jesus, Buckley's seriously a monster in bed!

She then supported her sore waist, trying to get up for a shower, but she fell back onto the bed to her dismay, well spent. Fortunately, Greg caught her in time.

"Sweetheart, I know I'm a beast in bed. You don't have to tell me so subtly."

"F*ck off!"

Oh, how she wanted to kick this shameless man in the butt.

Chuckling, Greg carried her in his arms and took her to the bathroom.

Abigail resisted at first, but she was utterly worn out. She could barely lift her arms.

Seeing her like this, Greg felt bad. "I really didn't want to torture you like this, but you're a deadly drug, you know? My sanity dissolves into nothing as soon as I touch you."

"Stop with your bullsh*t and help me wash up."

Hmph, as if I want to listen to your cajolery. However, Abigail's lips still curved up slightly.

Meanwhile, Greg tried his best not to get turned on again, but her soft curves and smooth skin got him on the verge of exploding.

At last, after he was done showering Abigail, he immediately carried her out.

"Take a nap first. I'm going to take a shower."

He went straight back in for a cold shower.

Worn out, Abigail fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

By the time Greg came out of the bathroom, Abigail had fallen dead asleep with the phone flashing aside. Someone seemed to be calling.

He took the phone away in two shakes, for fear that it would bother her slumber.

His hair was still dripping wet, and he looked super hot with how the water droplets dripped down from his hair.

He walked out with the phone.

Philip was calling.

Greg checked the time to find that it had passed dinnertime. No wonder someone got anxious.

With a cold snort, he slid the screen to answer the call.

Philip's voice boomed instantly on the other end of the line, carrying a hint of rage. "Abigail Kain, what the heck are you doing? Look at the time. Why are you still not back? Didn't you say Mr. Buckley's coming? Are you screwing with me again?"

Greg frowned at his words. "You seem to have a lot of pent-up frustrations, Mr. Kain. Would you like me to refer you to a therapist?" Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Philip was stunned when he heard Greg. "Mr. Buckley?"

He hurriedly checked who he was calling. Huh? But I am calling the right number.

Then, it hit him.

"Did I disturb you, Mr. Buckley?"

"Yeah, I was sleeping. You woke me up," Greg said lazily, a hint of seduction lacing his raspy-just-after- sex voice.

Philip chuckled dryly at that. "In that case, you continue your sleep, Mr. Buckley. But our dinner…"

"Sit tight for now. We'll see after I wake up."

"O-Okay," Philip agreed immediately.

Then, Greg ended the call with disdain.

They never planned to have dinner at the Kains in the first place anyway. They were supposed to go there so that Abigail could seek out the truth, but who would have thought Philip thought he really was something.

After hanging up, Greg realized a problem. It was already past dinnertime, and Abigail had gastric issues…

He couldn't help beating himself up. He shouldn't have taken her at this time.

"Jeb!" Greg shouted toward the front door, and a man with a scar on his face entered at once.

"What can I do for you, Mr. Buckley?"

"Tell the chef to cook something so my wife can eat when she wakes up."

Stumped, Jeb asked, "Your wife?"

"Yes, my wife! You have a problem with that?"

Greg glared at him in response, leading Jeb to look down immediately. "No, Sir. I'll see to it immediately."

After sending Jeb on his way, Greg returned to the bed, then spooned Abigail as he yawned, drifting into sleep.

Meanwhile, at the Kain Residence, Philip didn't dare ignore Greg's words and announce they could start the dinner. He looked at his phone, unsure of what to do.

Noticing that Philip didn't come back in after making the call, Sasha went over to him. "What did Abigail say? Is Mr. Buckley still coming?"

"He's coming. But he's sleeping, and he doesn't want us to bother him." Philip sounded grave.

However, Sasha's brows locked into a deep furrow at the news. "Sleep? At this hour? Abigail isn't screwing with us, is she?"

"What are you bulls*tting about? Mr. Buckley answered my call. Are you saying I'm lying to you?"

Philip was clearly in a sour mood.

At that, Sasha hurriedly corrected herself. "I didn't say that. Then are we supposed to wait for Mr. Buckley to wake up and come over to start the dinner? Don't tell me we're just gonna sit here and wait. Why don't we eat first? I'll make another batch when Mr. Buckley arrives."

After all, it wasn't just the three of them in the Kain Residence that night. Jonathan had come over as well.

Jonathan had rushed over without a second thought as soon as he heard Abigail was returning home. But after waiting over an hour, there was still no sign of her. So, he couldn't help feeling restless.

And now, seeing that Jonathan was pulling a long face, Sasha knew she had to give Philip a nudge.

However, Philip replied coldly, "The Fraser Family is respectable indeed, but aren't they also dependent on Mr. Buckley? You're telling me we should already entertain Jonathan when his uncle hasn't arrived yet? What are you gonna do if Mr. Buckley shows up mid-meal? Just wait. It's not like anybody's going to starve to death skipping one meal."

Sasha nodded at that, thinking what her husband said was right too.

Emma, on the other hand, couldn't help feeling restless as well when she noticed Philip still hadn't announced they could start the dinner after calling Abigail. "Dad, look at the time now. C'mon, let's start the dinner."

"Wait for a while longer. No rush. Jonathan, are you hungry?" Philip beamed at Jonathan.

Jonathan didn't feel hungry at all. How could he care about being hungry when he needed to create an opportunity to see Abigail?

"I'm good," Jonathan replied with a polite smile.

Emma, however, gritted her teeth.

Why didn't Dad announce the start of dinner?

Because Abigail Kain still hasn't come back. That's why!

That d*mned woman!

She couldn't believe that woman had learned to use such schemes to humiliate them!

How absolutely obnoxious!

Worse, Jonathan kept looking out the front door, making Emma feel even more awful.

"Jonathan, why don't you come with me to my room for a while?" Emma suggested affectionately.

Jonathan frowned slightly in response and refused, "No, thanks. I'll just sit here. I still have to go back to the company to deal with something later."

He couldn't ask Emma why Abigail still hadn't come home, but his indifference and displeasure were already beginning to show on his face.

Of course, it got Emma feeling even more displeased.

Hey, I'm your fiancée. Me! But all you think about is that b*tch, Abigail!

A hint of indignation flashed in Emma's eyes.

Out of the blue, she announced, "Oh, I suddenly remembered. Abigail seemed to have left something in my room. Since she's coming back later, I should go and get it." She stood up as she spoke, heading to her bedroom.

Her words caught Jonathan's attention.

Abigail's thing? What could it be? If that thing is in my hands, that'll mean Abigail will have another reason to talk to me, right?

A hint of delight flashed in his eyes as he mused. Then, he got up and said, "Mr. and Mrs. Kain, I think I'll follow Emma into her room for a while."

"Go ahead. You youngsters do your own thing. No need to care about us," Philip said with a smile, having no intention to stop him.

With that, Jonathan hurriedly followed after Emma.

"Jonathan, didn't you say you didn't want to come in?"

Emma looked at him with puppy dog eyes, her face exceptionally alluring.

Jonathan had spent a good amount of time with Emma in the last five years, watching her transform from a girl to a woman. With time, she had also become more sophisticated. What was more, they were comfortable around each other, and Emma's look right then genuinely got Jonathan hooked.

However, he still remembered Abigail would come back anytime soon. It would be bad if she caught them doing the deed.

"Didn't you say Abigail left something in your room?"

Jonathan wanted to change the subject, but he also caught himself looking at Emma's body from time to time.

She had amazing curves, and her skin was smooth as well. Most importantly, she was generous in bed. Instantly, their moments replayed in his mind like a movie.

At that, Jonathan's breathing grew heavy.

Meanwhile, Emma cut to the chase and took off her jacket.

Others might not know what kind of man Jonathan was like, but oh, she knew him well.

Plus, she had burned some incense in her room beforehand. It would be a feat if Jonathan could still keep his head straight.

As Emma's jacket dropped to the ground, Jonathan's carnal instinct overrode his sanity, and he pinned her down on the floor.

"Are you this desperate for a c*ck, you f*cking sl*t?"

"I've missed you so much, Jonathan."

A hint of sultriness laced Emma's voice, enchanting Jonathan.

With that, he ripped Emma's clothes apart and entered her like a ravenous beast.

Meanwhile, Sasha looked over to Emma's room, saying with a frown, "Things won't look good if Jonathan and Emma keep things going on like this. I know they're already engaged and have even slept together, but it's already been five years, and the Frasers still haven't said anything about their marriage. Philip, you have to do something."

Philip narrowed his eyes a little at that and looked toward Emma's bedroom, deep in thought.

It had been five years.

It was indeed no good news when the man refused to bring up marriage. Moreover, Jonathan's gaze at Emma was no longer as passionate as it used to be.

If he got sick of Emma and decided to dump her, then all that their family had done in the last five years would've come to nothing!

"I'll take care of it. Emma will definitely become a mistress of the Fraser Family. This you don't have to worry about."

Sasha relaxed after receiving Philip's affirmation.

She could sense Jonathan swaying. Though Emma said nothing to her, she just couldn't stop feeling uneasy. She felt even more afraid when Abigail had returned and even rode on Greg's coattail.

In any case, the top priority now was to set a date for Emma's marriage, or she worried that things would change with time. What was more, Sasha still couldn't forgive Victoria for being all condescending when that woman came to see her.

How dare she despise my daughter?!

In that case, she would make sure Emma married into the Fraser Family! Let's see how that old hag can continue to act cocky!