Not One, But Two!

Chapter 160

The hot spring, which was located in Allie's Garden, was a private property with guards situated at the entrance. They all stood and greeted Greg as he walked in.

Nodding back, Greg then carried Abigail in.

Although it was just about the size of a normal pool, the inside was quite clean.

Standing up, Abigail then looked at the surroundings. Looking at Greg, she commented in an astonished tone, "Are you not going to go out?"

"I want to get in with you, is that alright?"

Hugging her waist again, Greg had a passionate gaze as he said that.

Knowing what he hinted at, she promptly rejected him.

"I just want to be alone for a while, Greg."

Being a carefree person and her current boyfriend, Greg wanting to do something romantic at this point could be understood by Abigail. It was just that her mind was very scattered, and she wasn't in the mood at all.

All she wanted then was to dip in the hot spring, go to sleep, then deal with the remaining problems after energizing herself.

Upon hearing that, Greg paused, feeling a little surprised.

His sharp eyes looked straight at her, as if he wanted to pierce her soul.

Not saying anything, Abigail looked back determinedly at him.

If Greg really wanted to be forceful, she knew that she had no chance of resisting, but…

Before she could think what would happen next, Greg had already let go of her waist and reached out to touch her hair, saying gently, "Take your time, then. Call me if you need something, yeah?"

A bit stunned, Abigail then felt warmth overflowing from within.

"Alright."

She nodded in response.

Kissing her on the forehead, Greg then left the room.

As a woman, she could feel the explosive power and the impulsiveness that Greg nearly displayed back then. It was due to her one sentence that he held himself back.

He was respecting her will.

This made Abigail feel fuzzy inside.

Before she became the best surgeon in the world, she did not know what respect was all these years. Even when she was together with Jonathan, he did not care about her feelings and his words were like the gospel. Although Greg's status and influence was so much higher than Jonathan, he was willing to respect her. This was the kind of man who deserved her love.

Smiling subtly, Abigail took off her clothes assuredly before dipping into the hot spring.

As the warm flow of the water enveloped her, she could feel all her troubles and future uncertainties temporarily disappearing from her mind, as she relaxed herself fully and allowed herself to sink into the water entirely.

Unknowingly, she fell asleep.

On the other hand, Greg was tense when he came out. He then leaned against the wall and lit up a cigarette, hoping that the nicotine would suppress his desire for Abigail.

He found himself weirdly impulsive when they were together.

Greg smiled devilishly, but his gaze had a hint of gentleness in it.

After that, he then took out his phone and called Troy.

"Check if Abigail was on the abandoned island five years ago."

Troy was a bit stunned at his words.

"Mr. Buckley, is the island you're referring to the same one that you went to before?"

"Yes, and I want a detailed report."

A hint of coldness flashed across Greg's face when he hung up.

Five years ago, he wasn't her man, so he did not know about her suffering. Five years later, she was his woman, so he could delegate some tasks for her now, thinking that this was all natural.

Remembering about the promise with Philip, Greg thought that it was about time to go meet his elder sister.

After waiting outside for more than one hour, he grew worried after hearing that no noise was coming from within.

"Abbie? Abigail? Abigail Kain!"

After calling out three times to no avail, Greg could feel his heart rate suddenly shoot up.

"Abigail."

Running inside, he was greeted by the sight of her hair spread out in the water like seaweed, as she was fast asleep on the edge of the hot spring.

The steam from the water blurred the room and accentuated her already fair face, making her look just like a mermaid.

Touched by the beauty of this scene, Greg then felt his heart pang.

This woman always put up a strong, cold front, but who can really empathize with how much she worked and suffered?

This sight made him want to unleash his inner desires but upon seeing Abigail's tired face, he could only suppress such thoughts. In the end, he took a towel and wrapped her with it after carrying her out from the hot spring.

Greg did not mind about the water from Abigail's body that had wet his clothes. He only wrapped her tightly in the towel before carrying her outside.

In reality, Abigail was awake the moment Greg approached her.

Thanks to the training from five years ago, she would still be on high alert even when sleeping; it was just that she did not open her eyes when she smelled that it was Greg.

Facing the man, she did not need to put up her guard as she trusted him.

The moment Greg carried her, Abigail readjusted to a comfortable position before falling asleep again.

Stunned for a second, Greg then smiled.

Abigail's apparent trust in him made him quite happy.

Accompanied by the steady breathing sounds from Abigail, Greg then carried her all the way to the room in the villa.

Even though he really wanted to do something, in the end he just gave a quick peck on her face and went to take a bath. Then, he gathered Abigail into his arms and went to sleep.

It was slightly after one hour later when the two woke up. It was already evening by then.

Looking at Greg's smiling face, Abigail felt her heart skip a beat.

A charming man was often the most seductive. Being so handsome and having such a bright personality, Greg would have a very loving gaze whenever he subtly smiled. Paired with his looks, there were few women who could resist his charms.

"Seen enough?"

"I haven't."

Abigail's smile had a gentleness and laziness to it as she just woke up.

"Look closer, then."

Flipping over, Greg then pressed against Abigail gently and a passionate kiss came her way at the same time.

This time, she did not reject his advances anymore, instead wrapping her arms around his neck and enjoying the kiss.

After that, they had a hot and heavy time.

After they were done, Abigail laid on his chest panting when she heard Greg say, "Let's go to my sister's house tonight."

This sentence made her freeze up.

She had been to the Frasers' place before.

She had also met Jonathan's mother, Victoria, but that was still when Abigail was an unwed daughter- in-law.

Being a very picky woman, Victoria did not much like her when she was together with Jonathan back then. Now that she was Greg's girlfriend and would be going over as Victoria's future sister-in-law, Abigail had guessed that the other woman's expression wouldn't look that much better either.

So what?

Now, Abigail did not need to live to please anyone anymore. Moreover, she had promised Philip to go there for Emma and Jonathan's wedding anyway.

"Alright."

Thinking about this, Abigail then nodded in agreement.

"Don't worry, I'll be there too. Nobody will be able to bully you. If you feel upset, just scold them back. You don't have to care about me."

His words made her feel surprised and she slowly smiled.

Abigail rarely smiled and everytime she did, she would give off the feeling of a lone flower on a barren mountain. Even though it would give off a distant feel, one would still want to close in involuntarily.

"You look very nice when you smile. I hope you smile more often from now on."

Touching her hair, Greg closed the distance as his lips grazed against hers. Backing up, Abigail flushed as her body broke out in goosebumps. Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

"Some things are best done in moderation if you don't want to hurt your body."

Perplexed, Greg laughed out loud after catching what she meant, making her feel a bit embarrassed.

"What are you laughing about?"

Abigail, who looked like a lovestruck little girl, was then abruptly embraced by Greg.

"Abbie, I had known for a long time that you were just a lecher. Sweetheart, I just wanted to kiss you. Nothing else. But if you want to, I suppose we could go for another round."

"Oh—just stop!"

Abigail's leg shot out beneath the blanket, but Greg easily caught onto it.

"If I stop, who will humor you?"

His devil-like smile made Abigail feel extremely embarrassed.

"I didn't mean anything at all. It was you who had impure thoughts."

"You're right. When it comes to you, I never had a moment where I wasn't thinking of dirty things."

Pressing against her once more, they played for a while before stopping in the end due to Greg caring too much about her.

Them moving around so much had made them sticky, so Greg carried Abigail to the bathroom. They stayed there for a long time, and it was already night when the duo came out.

"I'll whip up something to eat before going to my sister's house. Otherwise, you might not have an appetite on an empty stomach when you get there, making you just feel hungrier."

Greg had voiced out her thoughts.

"Let me help you."

Getting up, Abigail followed him downstairs after getting dressed.

Entering the kitchen, they opened the fridge to find it quite sparsely filled, but it was enough for one meal.

While Abigail washed and cut the vegetables, Greg was responsible for cooking, and the two worked together beautifully.

Hearing the commotion, Amy stepped out to such a scene.

She had never known that a man could look so charming while cooking. Looking at the love and chemistry between them, Amy then returned to her room, smiling.

Such a peaceful and happy atmosphere would only be disrupted if she joined in too.

After preparing some food, they asked Amy to join them as well. After that, Greg held Abigail's hand and they exited the house.

There was a cold breeze outside.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Abigail felt warm inside while looking at Greg's side profile.

Is this what family feels like?

Abigail's fear of going to the Frasers had lessened significantly because of Greg's accompaniment. Yet, upon reaching the entrance, they saw Jonathan, who had also just reached his home. The two cars simultaneously stopped at the entrance, with one having no intention to let the other pass first. In the end, the atmosphere became a little tense.