Not One, But Two!

Chapter 188

Abigail tidied herself up and left her room straightaway. She then ran into Greg, who had placed the food on the table and was about to go upstairs. Their gazes met.

"You're awake?"

Greg asked subconsciously, slightly stunned. He immediately saw Abigail smile before she flung herself at the man and hugged him.

A faint fragrance accompanied the sensation of her soft body, tickling Greg's senses. For a moment, he felt overwhelmed.

"What's this? Hugging me of your own volition? That's a bit too much to handle." NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

The corners of Greg's lips turned up, his mood lifting for some reason.

Meanwhile, Abigail was blushing a little.

She also knew that she was being rather aggressive, but she couldn't suppress that feeling in her heart. Her joy was like a bottle that had been filled to the brim and almost overflowing.

"Greg, I've never loved you so much as I do right now."

Abigail's voice wasn't loud. It was soft like a murmur, but every single word made it to Greg's ears without fail.

As such, he was practically smiling from ear to ear.

He thought that this was the sweetest talk in the world, and all the upset and sorrow in the depths of his heart had disappeared without a trace.

"I know you love me, but this is too passionate. Look, if I don't do anything to you, I won't look like a proper man. Even if I decide to do anything to you, you've been at it all night and haven't eaten yet, right? You must be starving now. Fine! I'll be considerate today, and we'll continue this after you've eaten."

Greg's tiny voice was joyful and proud, and Abigail couldn't help but smile.

"You're so shameless."

With that, she pushed Greg away.

However, Greg followed her and embraced her from behind. As he leaned his body against hers, his overflowing energy and thirst stuck to her that she could barely ignore the feeling.

All of a sudden, Abigail's face turned red.

"You're such a pervert!"

Greg immediately laughed.

"How is it my fault? You're the one who hugged me just now, and I'm no saint. Moreover, this is a common reaction, don't you know that?"

"I'm hungry."

Abigail thought she couldn't just stand here and engage in a proper discussion about a not-so-proper topic with Greg.

After all, she felt like her face would burst into flames at any second.

"Hahaha!"

Greg laughed heartily at Abigail's attempt to escape. He picked her up and carried her bridal style before walking downstairs.

"I know you're hungry, so I made breakfast for you. I hadn't woken up in time last night, so I'm sorry you had to go through that. However, I'll definitely avenge you for what happened last night."

A murderous look flashed across Greg's eyes.

Abigail nodded and said, "Sure."

She could do it herself, but sometimes she had to see how Greg thought of it.

Meanwhile, the photos Genevieve took yesterday left a lasting impression on her heart.

Although Abigail believed that Greg wouldn't cheat on her, she also wanted to see how he would deal with Genevieve. Hence, she just played along with him.

If she deemed Greg's punishment toward Genevieve lacking, she would bring justice her way.

All these years, she had always depended on herself. Now that such a man suddenly entered her life, offering to share her burdens and give her refuge, Abigail couldn't quite accept it yet. She had to know if this man was worthy of her trust, and she had to make sure that he was someone she could open up to.

Simply put, this was a test.

Abigail knew it wasn't appropriate and that relationships shouldn't be this complicated, but she really had to know for sure.

After all, Genevieve was Greg's first love. Abigail hadn't minded it that much at first, but this woman took advantage of her nonchalance and nearly sent her to jail. This wasn't something Abigail could overlook.

She wouldn't do anything if nothing was done to her, but once she was provoked, she would return it tenfold—this was Abigail's principle.

With her head down, Abigail focused on eating. Perhaps she was truly starving, or maybe it was because Greg's cooking was amazing; either way, Abigail enjoyed the meal very much.

Greg had worked up his appetite while watching her eat, and he ate more than he usually did.

"By the way, have you seen Amy? I have something for her to do later."

Greg froze slightly at Abigail's words. Then, he said in a low voice, "I'm sorry. I couldn't protect Amy."

"What do you mean?"

Abigail paused her actions and stared at Greg, unable to comprehend his words. Still, she felt the uneasiness in her heart.

Greg rarely expressed such guilt, and right then, he looked terribly tortured.

"Genevieve's people beat Amy up, and she's now in hospital. The doctor said there was something wrong with her lungs."

Before Greg could even finish speaking, Abigail put down everything in her hands and ran outside.

"Wait for me, Abbie."

Greg didn't bother changing his clothes as he grabbed Abigail's car keys and ran out as well.

The two rushed to the hospital.

When Abigail saw Amy lying on the bed, the latter's face was completely devoid of color. At the same time, there was a terrifying chill in her eyes.

"Doctor, show me Amy's records."

"Sure."

Abigail was quite famous in the medical field, so the doctor didn't hesitate to pass Amy's files to her.

Based on what she had gathered from the patient's files, Abigail figured what Amy had gone through.

Genevieve!

Good!

Very good!

"Where is Genevieve right now?"

Abigail's voice was low and calm, but Greg could hear the catastrophically murderous intent in her voice.

"She's in the red-light district. I asked Benjamin to take her there."

"I want to replicate all the injuries that she has inflicted upon Amy. Would you stop me if I do?"

Abigail looked right at Greg.

At that moment, Greg suddenly understood something.

Amy had been by Abigail's side for so long, and now that Amy was injured to this extent, it would be reasonable for Abigail to take matters into her own hands. With Abigail's current condition and skills, she might even straight up kill Genevieve. Nonetheless, what was wrong with that?

Even if the world turned against her, he would still be on her side.

"I'll take you there."

With that, Greg left the ward as Abigail followed suit.

Soon, the two arrived at the red-light district.

During her last time here, Abigail didn't mind it too much; she even thought she wouldn't step foot here ever again. However, she was coming with the intent to kill, and she wished more than anything to tear Genevieve into a million pieces.

Greg's appearance in the red-light district worried the management greatly. They came out in a hurry, but Greg didn't catch sight of Benjamin.

"Where's Benjamin?"

Greg calmly asked, but the management was a little fidgety.

"Mr. Buckley, please take a seat inside. Benjamin is attending to something else right now, and I'll get someone to look for him right away."

As soon as the management finished speaking, Greg kicked them away.

"Quit trying to use your dirty tricks on Benjamin. I have my reasons for making him my special assistant. If you guys really love Troy that much, you can receive your punishment together with him at

the Disciplinary Hall. Since you can't handle being at the top, get out right now and start over from the bottom."

Greg was extremely irritable, whereas Abigail was slightly stunned.

Why isn't Troy his special assistant anymore?

What happened?

Changing special assistants was a big thing, and Greg wouldn't do it carelessly. Moreover, Abigail could understand from the conversation that the others hadn't acknowledged this new guy named Benjamin just yet.

What exactly happened while she was sleeping?

Abigail was a little puzzled, but it wasn't something she should interfere with, so she just kept quiet.

With the head getting a punishment like that, the others quieted down considerably and had a better attitude toward Benjamin.

Soon, Benjamin appeared in front of Abigail and Greg.

Benjamin was a normal-looking guy, and it was difficult to guess his age from his youthful face. Moreover, the dimples that appeared when he smiled allowed people to feel a sense of friendliness from him.

By outward appearances alone, he didn't seem very convincing. In fact, he looked more like a neighborhood guy who didn't pose any threat.

However, Abigail thought that Greg had chosen the right person for the job. Benjamin didn't command a huge presence, but he could strike people down easily. As such, he would make a good assassin.

When she realized what she was thinking, she was stunned for a moment before she returned to her usual self.

Greg glanced at Benjamin and asked in a low voice, "Where's Genevieve?"

"She's in the Blossom Room. As per your order, Mr. Buckley, we have begun threatening her."

Greg nodded. Then, he said quietly, "Ask them to stop for a while, and we'll continue after my sweetheart is done beating her up."

"Huh? Alright."

Benjamin was surprised when he heard Greg mentioning his sweetheart, and he took a glance at Abigail.

Although he was slightly stunned by Abigail's cold look at first, he stepped aside and said quietly, "This way, Ma'am."

Greg was satisfied with how Benjamin treated Abigail, and they entered the Blossom Room.

Abigail heard Genevieve screaming as soon as she entered the room. To be honest, Genevieve's screams were a little too high-pitched, but since they were in the red-light district, no one would pay attention even if she screamed until her throat went sore.

Benjamin opened the door to the room, and Abigail saw Genevieve tied to the bed. Meanwhile, a few men were planning on what they should do with her.

"Save me, Greg! Please save me!"

As soon as Genevieve saw Greg, she subconsciously begged for help.

After all, this was the red-light district.

She didn't know why she woke up here, but since this was Greg's territory, he would definitely save her, right?

Panic and fear danced in Genevieve's eyes.

She had been spoiled by her family since young, and even after she got to know Greg, she didn't have much of an opportunity to witness the dark side of the world. Moreover, Greg had tolerated her stubbornness and whims, so she naturally did anything she wanted to.

She was currently a prisoner, and the two men in front of her didn't fear her background at all. In fact, they remained unbothered when she mentioned Greg's name. As such, Genevieve was truly scared moments before.

Upon seeing Greg enter, she felt that the room was radiant with light.

Her savior had come!

Genevieve sobbed and wailed, but Greg was no longer moved by her antics.

He simply watched her coldly without responding to her. However, Abigail took a few steps forward and couldn't help but sneer when she saw Genevieve's condition. "Miss Leynthall, how did you get so miserable?"

All of a sudden, Genevieve realized that the person standing in front of her was Abigail.

Abigail?

Genevieve immediately understood what was going on.

"It's you, isn't it? You're the one who asked Greg to take me here! Abigail, you're so full of yourself! Let me tell you this—I've spent more than a decade with Greg, but you only had a few days with him! Do

you think Greg would listen to you just because you flirted with him? Keep dreaming!"

Genevieve shouted in anger, but in the next moment, Abigail grabbed her long hair.