Not One, But Two!

Chapter 92

"Abbie, you smell so nice." Hugh inhaled deeply, feeling as if he could suck all the smells on Abigail's body into his lungs.

Abigail was exasperated. "Do you have a death wish?"

"Ahem!" Hugh hastily changed out his leery expression. He had no choice, for Abigail was a tough nut to crack when she got angry.

"What happened to your face?" Hugh finally noticed the small bumps on Abigail's face. "Is that your allergic reaction? Which idiot gave you roses?"

Abigail was immediately upset at the mention of those roses. "Forget about it. Let's get to business."

"Your face is business enough. Have you gone to the hospital? Do you need to apply some sort of cream? Come, I'll take you to the hospital." As Hugh spoke, he reached out to grab Abigail's arm.

Abigail thought that Hugh was being extra naggy today. "Stop that. I've already applied some ointment. I have something more important to talk to you about."

Abigail took the ruby necklace from her pocket and passed it to Hugh. Surprised, Hugh took the necklace.

"Is this a token of your love?"

"Are you a woman? Would you need to wear this at all?" Abigail gave him a cold glare.

Hugh chuckled shyly and examined the necklace in his hands. "It's a nice necklace you have here. What about it?"

"This is my mother's, and her boyfriend gave it to her as a present. For some reason, my father got his hands on it sometime after. I recently received news that my mother was spotted in Seaferon, and since that's your territory, can you do some investigations for me? Just notify me as soon as you receive any news."

Hugh was stunned at Abigail's words. "Your mother? Hasn't she passed away?"

"She's still alive. Hugh, do you know how much I want to find her?" Abigail's eyes sparkled with excitement. "You'll never understand how much a child longs for their parents' love."

"I do, actually." The look in Hugh's eyes darkened.

"I was an orphan, and my godfather took me in. I thought I could obtain familial love and my own family, but I was too naive. My godfather was in the shady business, and he took in 4 sons just to find an heir among them. We may call each other brothers, but the four of us have been fighting and competing with each other since we were young. We'd plot against each other while guarding ourselves against each other's plots. All this while, I've longed for familial love and warmth more than anyone, but sadly, I learned that I couldn't get them. People in the gray area don't have the right to be happy." Hugh smiled bitterly.

Abigail suddenly thought of Greg. He, too, lived in the gray area, but why was he never depressed and negative? Perhaps because he had a mother who loved him.

"Everyone has a choice, Hugh. It's possible for you to leave your adopted father and do something else."

"You don't understand, Abigail. This is a path of no return. Do you really think nothing will happen after we wash our hands of our crimes? Once you do that, those people you've killed and wronged will come to your doorstep, and you'd have lost the power that shielded you. You'd only be killed, and you won't even have the power to protect your loved ones. So we can never get out unless we die."

Hugh's smile was bitter and cold. I have no choice and can only move forward. No matter what lay in wait for him, he had to persevere, or only death awaited him.

Abigail didn't care about those, but she also understood he hadn't led an easy life, for he was constantly hurt these few years. If it weren't for Hugh, she and her children wouldn't be able to live so well in this world. Abigail only hoped that he could stay safer.

"All right, please just help me look for my mother. I'm going back now. Allie is still recovering, so I'm still worried about her."

With that, Abigail got up to leave. However, Hugh pulled her back.

"I'm really sorry about Allie. I know you hate me, and I know you haven't done anything to me because of our history. But Abbie, I promise I'll get revenge for Allie."

"It's all in the past now. Greg has already locked that person up."

Hugh couldn't help but sneer at Abigail's words. "That was just an underling. Someone was behind it all. Don't worry about that. I'll deal with it properly. I'll also get to the investigation of your mother as soon as possible."

"Thanks."

"I'll take you home. It's late now, and even if you can protect yourself, you're still just a woman in the end. Can you give me a chance to be a gentleman?" With that, Hugh grabbed his jacket and put it on.

Seeing his insistence, Abigail gave up on arguing. Hugh then drove Abigail's car back to Allie's Garden.

When Greg saw Abigail's car returning, he wanted to go downstairs and ask her where she went so late at night. However, he saw Hugh getting out of the car, chatting away happily with Abigail. In the end, Greg's face fell.

"You can go back now," Abigail said calmly.

Hugh said a little pitifully, "I don't want to sleep in a hotel. You have a guest room, don't you? Why not let me stay the night?"

"It's not a good time."

Abigail wasn't affected by Hugh's pitiful look as she spoke indifferently.

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As Hugh was speaking, Greg walked down the stairs.

"Get my car washed tomorrow."

His sudden interruption in the conversation made Abigail pause instantly.

"Why should I wash your car?"

"You're driving my car!"

As soon as Greg finished talking, Abigail realized that she really had been driving Greg's car. She forgot to return the keys, and she was already used to driving it.

"Um, your car isn't dirty at all."

"I don't like the smell of strangers in my car." With that, Greg went back with a disapproving look.

Abigail frowned. Where did this man get all his pet peeves from? I just drove his car once, so why is he treating me like some kind of monster?

Hugh's expression darkened. "Mr. Buckley is so rude with his words. I'm guessing he wanted you to wash his car because I was in it?" Hugh said lazily, a challenging look on his face.

Greg stopped in his tracks, then turned around and walked back toward them. He took the car keys from Abigail and called up the butler.

"Come here and take this car out to be destroyed."

The corners of Abigail's mouth twitched. "What is wrong with you, Greg?"

"I just don't like the smell of another man in my car, so? You have a problem with that?" Greg looked provocatively at Abigail.

Hugh suddenly asked with a sneer, "Are you jealous because I sent Abigail home?"

"You must be kidding! Why would he be jealous?" Before Greg could speak, Abigail interrupted.

"All right, just go now. It's not easy to hail a cab here." With that, Abigail turned and left.

As for Greg, the maniac, she didn't care whether he destroyed or washed the car. It was his money, after all, and he could do with it as he pleased.

Seeing Abigail leave, Greg was extremely furious, but he ignored Hugh and moved to walk away. Just then, Hugh said behind him, "Greg, haven't you been in love with Genevieve for ten years? Are ten years not comparable to the few times you've met Abbie? Or are you just a born playboy? You've decided to pursue Abbie simply because she's prettier than Genevieve, haven't you?"

In truth, Greg really didn't want to dirty his hands, but Hugh was asking for it. He turned around and said mockingly, "Abigail gave birth to my two adorable daughters, so I have all the reason I need to be with her. After all, aren't children happiest when they're with their biological parents?"

Hugh's face fell. "You were an accident."

"It's a beautiful accident, nonetheless. At least I slept with her. But what about you?" With that, Greg turned to leave, while Hugh was so furious that he almost choked on his boiling blood.

In his five years of dating Abigail, they had never held hands, much less shared a bed. Greg is definitely showing off!

Hugh told himself not to mind, but it was a really difficult task to achieve. A hint of coldness flashed across his eyes, then he quickly turned and left.

After Greg went back to his house, he slammed the door shut on purpose.

Abigail thought this man really had some screws loose. She went straight to sleep after washing up, and hers was a deep sleep compared to Greg's, who couldn't even sleep. Hugh's words kept replaying themselves in his head.

He had pursued Genevieve for ten years and wasted ten years of his life for her. He thought that she would be moved eventually, but when he saw her cozying up to Cody earlier that day, he was hurt.

The human heart was a fragile thing. Perhaps it could recover after getting hurt once, but if it got injured too often, it would grow numb and lose the passion it once had. He really did not have much love left for Genevieve, and remembering how she had treated Abigail earlier that day, Greg smiled bitterly. Haven't I decided to let go?

It was time he learned to let go because Abigail was right. The blindness of the eyes was curable, but the blindness of the heart was irreparable. It was a good thing that his heart hadn't gone blind yet.

Greg sighed and recalled the scene when Hugh was with Abigail. Hugh sounded so intimate when he called Abigail 'Abbie', but to Greg, it was ear-piercing.

Abbie? What was Abigail thinking? How could she agree to that?

When he saw how he lost sleep over such things, he was saddened. Why should he be kept up at night when that woman could just sleep like it was nothing?

With that in mind, Greg jumped out of the window and made his way skillfully to Abigail's room. He pushed open the French windows and entered the room. How careless can this woman be, leaving the windows unlocked while she sleeps at night?

Thinking of that, Greg moved to wake Abigail up, but he froze when he got closer to the bed. Abigail had kicked the blankets away in her sleep, and her porcelain thigh was exposed to the air, looking somewhat seductive.

Greg swallowed as he felt the blood in his entire body rushing toward a certain spot. Oh heavens! Why did I come here? I'm just torturing myself!

Greg hastily backed away, but he accidentally bumped into the clothes rack, which produced a crisp noise from the impact.

"Who is it?"

Abigail growled warily, after which she grabbed the scalpel by her pillow and proceeded to throw it.