Not One, But Two!

Chapter 177

Greg glanced at the phone. It was an unfamiliar number, so he rejected the call.

Interrupted by the call, Abigail couldn't really remember what she was going to say. She looked at her watch and said with a smile, "It's late now, so let's get the groceries, or we'll all starve."

"Okay." Greg's emotions right then were complicated, but they were no longer unbearable. He started the car and drove to a supermarket nearby.

Abigail went into the supermarket with him, but Greg's phone rang again. A look at the display told him that it was the same unfamiliar number as before, so Greg frowned slightly.

Abigail asked, "Do you have some business to attend to? You can deal with that first; I can get the groceries on my own."

"Go ahead without me. I have to take this."

Greg walked out of the supermarket with his phone in hand, after which he swiped to answer the call and said coldly, "Greg Buckley. Who are you?"

"Hugh."

Greg instantly narrowed his eyes when Hugh's voice rang out.

"I'm afraid it's not very proper of you to call me."

"I think it's fine. Greg, let's meet up."

Hugh had just woken up with a splitting headache, and he never thought Abigail would treat him like that.

She actually gave me a tranquilizer. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

In the past, Abigail would never wish to harm him, but now, she treated him like that for Greg's sake! Anger flashed across the depths of Hugh's eyes.

Greg has to die! If Greg dies, Abigail will still be mine. Then we will live together like we used to.

Hugh gripped his phone tightly as he spoke in a slightly cold voice.

Greg thought it funny, however. "Me and you? A meetup? Is that even necessary? Hugh, I know what you're thinking, but here's a piece of advice. Just give up. This is my territory, and you'll be delusional if you think you can kill me on my own turf."

Greg was a man, but he was also the overlord of the Dark Empire. Naturally, he knew Hugh's current emotions and actions. To Hugh, Greg had snatched the person he had cared for for five years. If Greg were in Hugh's position, he would get mad and start killing as well.

A meetup? It's just an excuse to lure me into Hugh's carefully planned trap.

"Why, you chickening out now? Does Abbie know that you're a coward?" Hugh mocked, but Greg wanted to laugh.

"It doesn't matter whether I'm a coward or not; Abbie still likes me. That's one thing you can't change. Also, it's not because I'm afraid of you, but because you have taken care of Abigail and her daughters before, so I don't want to kill you. Abbie would be sad if I killed you. You are family to her, and I don't want her to cry for your sake. She's my woman, and she should cry only for me, got it? So, Hugh, get out of Harrion while I'm still in a good mood and get back to your territory."

With that, Greg ended the call, but he still felt troubled.

He was rarely so gracious, especially toward his own rival. However, this rival had taken care of Abigail and her daughters for five years, so he had to pay it back somehow.

Realizing that Greg had ended the call, Hugh threw his phone in anger.

"Greg Buckley! How dare you humiliate me like this! You want me to go back so that you can get all lovey-dovey with Abbie, but that's impossible! I will make you beg to come to see me. Just you wait!"

Hugh's eyes turned red, as if he had been poisoned. Fearing that Hugh might call again and disturb his good mood, Greg blocked Hugh's number before turning around and walking back into the supermarket.

It wasn't his first time shopping at the supermarket with Abigail, but he still felt that everything was new and interesting.

He pushed the cort over to Abigoil ond ploced her items into the cort. As he moved the items, he osked. "How do you cook this?"

"You fry it."

Abigoil thought thot Greg seemed especiolly humon then. He wos no longer high ond mighty, nor wos he proud. He wos just like o common husbond, for he hod goined on extro sense of offinity.

"You're done with business?"

"Yeoh, it wos just o soles coll, osking me if I'm interested in buying o house. I hove so mony houses, do I need to buy more? So I soid no."

With thot, Greg took some beef ond soid, "I heord beef tostes good when broised with tomotoes. Do you know how to moke thot dish?"

"I guess."

Abigoil nodded, then put the beef into the cort.

Since Greg didn't wont to tolk, she decided she wouldn't osk, either.

After getting the ingredients, the two poid for their shopping ond left the supermorket. Abigoil wotched os Greg moved the items into the cor of his own occord, then she couldn't help but smile os she soid, "Greg, you've never done this before, hove you?"

"Of course not. Who do you think I om? I never do these things."

"Then, do you feel humilioted?"

It wos o dongerous question to onswer.

Greg hostily soid, "No, of course not. There's nothing humilioting obout shopping ond cooking for my wife ond children."

"Oh, you ond your mouth."

Abigoil shook her heod, smiling.

Greg instontly scooted over ond soid with o grin, "Whot with my mouth? It's good, isn't it? I see you getting extro immersed whenever we're kissing, so you definitely love my mouth, don't you?"

Abigoil's neck immediotely turned red.

"Whot nonsense ore you soying?"

She pushed Greg owoy ond hostily went to the possenger seot.

Greg, however, smiled even more gleefully.

"I wos right, wosn't I? Are you emborrossed now? Feeling shy?"

"If you don't wont to leove this ploce, I'll drive home insteod."

Abigoil thought she wosn't eosily emborrossed, but when she wos with Greg, she simply couldn't help blushing.

This mon is such o hooligon.

However, Greg loved wotching Abigoil's behovior right now. He hoppily put o hond on the cor door os he popped his heod in with o gleeful smile. "Why don't you experience thot ogoin?"

"Get lost!"

Abigoil pushed his heod out with o slop ond closed the cor door.

She felt both burdened ond hoppy when foced with o shomeless guy like him.

Greg didn't moke o fuss obout it. Insteod, he got into the cor hoppily, ond without coring whether Abigoil wonted it or not, he kissed her forcefully. Abigoil olmost couldn't cotch her breoth, ond she wos so emborrossed thot she kept hitting ond pushing him. She reolized her efforts were futile, so she bit his tongue insteod.

"Domn!"

Greg let go of Abigoil ond looked ot her with o sod expression os he soid, "Abbie, ore you o dog or something?"

"You're the dog here. Now drive."

Abigoil's cheeks were red like ripe peoches, ond there wos o hint of emborrossment ond feigned ruthlessness in her eyes. Seeing thot, Greg could borely contoin himself.

"I regret it now. Let's go home right now, just the two of us."

Of course, Abigoil knew whot he intended to do ofter getting home, so she blushed even more.

"Greg, I need to eot."

"I'll moke dinner for you ot home."

"Allie ond Ario ore still woiting for us ot your mother's ploce."

"My mom con—"

"Greg Buckley!"

With Abigoil shouting his nome like thot, Greg knew thot his obduction plons hod foiled.

"Fine, we'll go bock to my mom's ploce."

He pushed the cart over to Abigail and placed her items into the cart. As he moved the items, he asked. "How do you cook this?"

"You fry it."

Abigail thought that Greg seemed especially human then. He was no longer high and mighty, nor was he proud. He was just like a common husband, for he had gained an extra sense of affinity.

"You're done with business?"

"Yeah, it was just a sales call, asking me if I'm interested in buying a house. I have so many houses, do I need to buy more? So I said no."

With that, Greg took some beef and said, "I heard beef tastes good when braised with tomatoes. Do you know how to make that dish?"

"I guess."

Abigail nodded, then put the beef into the cart.

Since Greg didn't want to talk, she decided she wouldn't ask, either.

After getting the ingredients, the two paid for their shopping and left the supermarket. Abigail watched as Greg moved the items into the car of his own accord, then she couldn't help but smile as she said, "Greg, you've never done this before, have you?"

"Of course not. Who do you think I am? I never do these things."

"Then, do you feel humiliated?"

It was a dangerous question to answer.

Greg hastily said, "No, of course not. There's nothing humiliating about shopping and cooking for my wife and children."

"Oh, you and your mouth."

Abigail shook her head, smiling.

Greg instantly scooted over and said with a grin, "What with my mouth? It's good, isn't it? I see you getting extra immersed whenever we're kissing, so you definitely love my mouth, don't you?"

Abigail's neck immediately turned red.

"What nonsense are you saying?"

She pushed Greg away and hastily went to the passenger seat.

Greg, however, smiled even more gleefully.

"I was right, wasn't I? Are you embarrassed now? Feeling shy?"

"If you don't want to leave this place, I'll drive home instead."

Abigail thought she wasn't easily embarrassed, but when she was with Greg, she simply couldn't help blushing.

This man is such a hooligan.

However, Greg loved watching Abigail's behavior right now. He happily put a hand on the car door as he popped his head in with a gleeful smile. "Why don't you experience that again?"

"Get lost!"

Abigail pushed his head out with a slap and closed the car door.

She felt both burdened and happy when faced with a shameless guy like him.

Greg didn't make a fuss about it. Instead, he got into the car happily, and without caring whether Abigail wanted it or not, he kissed her forcefully. Abigail almost couldn't catch her breath, and she was so embarrassed that she kept hitting and pushing him. She realized her efforts were futile, so she bit his tongue instead.

"Damn!"

Greg let go of Abigail and looked at her with a sad expression as he said, "Abbie, are you a dog or something?"

"You're the dog here. Now drive."

Abigail's cheeks were red like ripe peaches, and there was a hint of embarrassment and feigned ruthlessness in her eyes. Seeing that, Greg could barely contain himself.

"I regret it now. Let's go home right now, just the two of us."

Of course, Abigail knew what he intended to do after getting home, so she blushed even more.

"Greg, I need to eat."

"I'll make dinner for you at home."

"Allie and Aria are still waiting for us at your mother's place."

"My mom can—"

"Greg Buckley!"

With Abigail shouting his name like that, Greg knew that his abduction plans had failed.

"Fine, we'll go back to my mom's place."

Greg started the car sullenly.

Abigail felt her face burning, so she hastily turned to face the window. She looked like she was watching the scenery, but Greg's smell had filled her nostrils.

This man was like opium, and one would get addicted as soon as one got into contact with him. Apparently, she was addicted.

Greg felt happy and warm in his heart. So, this is what love tasted like.

He had never known it could be so sweet. Compared to before, when he used to pursue Genevieve, he felt like he was now in heaven.

The two didn't say anything, but the atmosphere in the car was especially nice.

They arrived back at Mansfield.

Abigail was planning to make dinner in the kitchen with Greg, but now she was a little afraid to be alone with him. If Greg still intended to do something bold with Abigail at Valerie's place, Abigail would shrink in embarrassment.

"Um, I'll go check in on Aria to see if she woke up and if she's feeling better."

Abigail left as if she were running away.

This was her first time losing her cool and running away like that.

As Greg watched her escape, he grinned so broadly that his eyes narrowed into slits.

Noticing her own son behaving like that, Valerie instantly smiled and said, "Look at you, you look just like a cunning fox! You bullied Abbie, didn't you?"

"What are you talking about, Mom? I'm her boyfriend, so how can that be considered bullying? I'm just exercising my rights as a boyfriend."

"Oh, her boyfriend, eh? Your daughters are four years old already, but you're still not thinking of getting married? Look at you grinning just because you're her boyfriend! How is my son so stupid?"

With that, Valerie shook her head and left. Greg was instantly dumbfounded. This woman is definitely my mother.

Greg felt his heart skip a beat.

Marriage!

He truly had thought of that before. Even though he hadn't spent much time with Abigail, Greg thought of her as the only one in his life.

Perhaps he really should propose to her and get married. They would have rings on their fingers, and he felt quite happy at the thought of that.

With that in mind, Greg got ready to prepare for the big question.

He made a call to Troy right away. "Troy, listen. I have something I want you to do."

"Mr. Buckley, I have news for you as well."

Troy was just about to call Greg when he saw an incoming call from Greg. He hastily said, "You asked me to look up who Sasha and Emma had contacted and phoned, and I got all the intel now. You were right, Mr. Buckley. From the footage of the CCTV in front of the Kain Residence, Carter found out that Victoria had visited Sasha and her daughter before. Also, on the day Miss Alissa went missing, Emma contacted Jonathan, and Jonathan was the one who brought Emma into the villa area. He probably wanted Emma to kidnap Miss Alissa and Miss Arianna."

Greg's excitement receded when he heard those words.

"You mean Jonathan had persuaded Emma to kidnap Allie and Aria?"

"That must be it. I also found that Emma had bought some rope and drugs recently."

Troy's words caused a vicious look to flash across Greg's eyes.

The disappearance of Alissa and Arianna this time wasn't related to Emma and Jonathan, but they were actually plotting against the children, regardless.

When have these two gotten so bold? How dare they plot against my daughters!

Greg suddenly felt like he had been too merciful to the Frasers. He should have castrated that b*stard Jonathan and have Emma marry uselessly into the family!