Not One, But Two!

Chapter 110

"Emma, I think you are tired of living!"

Abigail's eyes sank slightly. Then, she suddenly exerted force from her hands as she clasped Emma's wrist.

"Ah, it hurts!"

Emma's tears flowed from the pain, while the kitchen knife in her hand fell to the ground and hit her foot. She

immediately started crying because of how much it hurt.

"You let go! Let go!"

Her ruthlessness just now had all disappeared.

Abigail shoved her aside with some contempt in such a way that Emma stumbled and fell directly to the ground.

She cried out loud, "I want to go home! Let me go back!"

"You think you can come and go whenever you like? What do you even consider my place as? I'm still being nice to

you now, Emma, so you'd better not challenge my patience. You know that I have never been patient with you!"

After finishing speaking, Abigail hurled the packaged meal at her.

"Eat up! I don't have the habit of abusing others."

After that, she went upstairs without looking at Emma.

The woman's eyes flashed with resentment, but she was really hungry.

Having lived in the Kain Family for so many years, when had she suffered like this?

Suddenly, she realized that the main door had been left open, so Emma quickly got up and ran toward the door.

Unfortunately, she had almost touched the doorknob when the door closed with a click by itself.

Emma stepped forward and pulled at the doorknob in disbelief, but the door remained shut.

Standing in the corridor, Abigail waved the remote control and said, "You should use more of your brains, you

know."

After she finished speaking, she ignored Emma and walked upstairs.

Emma screamed angrily, but no one paid her any attention. In the end, she took out the food angrily and chewed

on it violently as if it was Abigail.

Nevertheless, Abigail didn't take Emma's madness seriously.

She had really hated Emma five years ago. She had been incompetent back then, so she felt she deserved to be

bullied like that. Now that she had reached her peak, she couldn't be bothered to care about Emma. As long as the

woman didn't provoke her, she didn't want to have anything to do with Emma at all.

Later on, she closed the door and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Thinking of how Greg had played the piano earlier that night, Abigail felt that the man looked so handsome.

She was not someone who was only into superficial looks, but Greg effectively made her lose all desires for other

men.

After Abigail came out of the shower, she had a sudden urge to learn the piano.

If she could learn the piano by herself, wouldn't it be great to play alongside Greg?

This thought filled Abigail's mind, and it made her even more determined.

Hence, she took out her phone to call Amy.

"Get me a piano and bring it over tomorrow. Also, you should hire a piano teacher for me too."

Once again, Amy was surprised.

Dr. Kain's recent actions and demands have been really confusing.

"Sure."

However, Amy was a professional assistant, so she agreed without asking any questions.

Abigail then threw herself on the bed, took out her phone and looked at it. Greg had sent her a message.

'Do you miss me?'

This was a very stupid question, but the corners of Abigail's lips rose slightly.

This is really how he's like.

'No.'

Abigail replied directly.

At once, Greg sent back an aggrieved emoji.

'I miss you, though. What should I do? I can't sleep alone.'

Abigail's lips curled up even more.

'It's not my problem.'

'Abbie, your heart is too cruel. I'm hurt.' Greg responded quickly.

Like a young girl in love, Abigail chatted with him on social media even though they were not far away from each

other. In fact, both of them were next door neighbors.

Greg suddenly texted, 'Let's set up a door on the shared wall between us.'

'Absolutely not!'

How could Abigail not know what this old pervert was thinking? This was why she didn't want to set up the door, and

Greg was a little disappointed at that.

'Let's play a round of games.'

Abigail took the initiative to ask him to play games with her, and it surprised Greg.

'Right now?'

'I have some time on my hands anyway, don't you?'

'Accompanying my girlfriend is a big thing for me. Let's do it.' Greg texted bravely.

Abigail never experienced this kind of feeling of being pampered by others. Now that she had experienced it, she

felt wonderful.

Soon, the two turned on their phones and entered the game together.

Although Abigail was a novice, her hands were fast and her actions were on point. Naturally, this surprised Greg.

'If I hadn't looked at your phone, I wouldn't have believed that you're a novice.'

'What do you mean by that?'

Abigail didn't understand what Greg meant and quickly wanted a clarification. At that, Greg simply thought that she

was adorable.

'I'm complimenting you, silly.''

'Oh, thank you.' Abigail responded in a polite manner.

Just as they were communicating, Abigail took down one of the opponents who was more skilled than her with one

single skill.

Greg immediately exclaimed. "Wow, my wife is amazing!"

He was using the voice function, so everyone in the team heard those words.

Abigail suddenly felt her face burning. Feeling distracted, she was immediately taken out by an opponent.

"Hey, how dare you bully my wife! I'm not dead yet!"

When Greg saw it, he immediately unleashed his ultimate skill. Instead of taking anyone out, he simply waited to

take out the one who had attacked Abigail.

In the end, he even waited at the edge of the safe zone. As soon as that person was resurrected back into the

game, he would be taken out instantly by Greg.

During the whole game, the opponent was taken out instantly by Greg countless times, and he was so angry that he

refused to leave the safe zone anymore.

Meanwhile, Abigail couldn't help laughing when she saw Greg's childish behavior.

"That's enough. Everyone is just playing a game. Do you need to do that?"

"Why not? If he bullies my wife, I have to bully him back," Greg said very domineeringly.

On the other hand, the opponent was so furious by Greg's actions that he disconnected before the game ended.

Although Greg's behavior was a little naive, Abigail was moved by this. The two played until after 11.00PM.

Then, Greg looked at the time and said, "It's time for you to sleep."

"I'm not sleepy yet."

Abigail didn't know what was wrong with her, but she really didn't feel sleepy at all.

"Girls can't stay up late because it'll be terrible for your skin. Be obedient and go to bed quickly, alright? If you want

to play, I will accompany you during the day." Greg tried his best to persuade her with a gentle tone.

Abigail paused for a while and said, "Aren't you going to work tomorrow?"

"It's okay. There are other people in the company, so it's not like they need me."

Abigail felt a little guilty when he said this.

"Forget it, let's go to sleep." After Abigail finished speaking, she quit the game.

'Are you hungry?'

Greg immediately sent her a message on social media.

When he said this, Abigail did feel rather famished.

'A little bit.'

'Hang on, I'll cook you something.'

As soon as Greg sent off the message, he ran to the kitchen.

Abigail replied quickly, 'That won't be necessary. I don't want anything to eat since late-night food will only burden

the digestive system.'

It was a pity that Greg didn't see her words at all.

When she saw how Greg hadn't responded in a long time, Abigail thought he was asleep and put down the phone.

Her hair was not dry yet and it was still slightly wet at this time. When Abigail untied the bath towel and was about

to change into pajamas, she heard the window of her balcony being pried open before a familiar figure walked in.

"Come and try it!" Greg said cheerfully. He saw Abigail's half-naked appearance when he looked up, and he couldn't

help but swallow.

"You are—"

"Turn around! Close your eyes!" Abigail felt really embarrassed.

She hurriedly wrapped herself with a bath towel, but her hands were shaking as her complexion slowly turned red.

How could Greg heed her words so much?

When Greg saw Abigail's flushed skin, he knew that Abigail had been moved by him.

Hey, she is so sensitive!

Greg suddenly felt his mouth go dry.

"Um, can I help you with anything?"

"Get out!"

Abigail let out a low growl, and her face grew even hotter. She grabbed the bathrobe and ran quickly into the

bathroom.

The room was filled with Abigail's body fragrance, so Greg took a deep breath.

Wow, it smells good.

He felt desire surge within him and thought that he might make a mistake if he stayed any longer. Thus, he quickly

put down the midnight snack and shouted in the direction of the bathroom, "I'll put the food on the table for you

and leave first."

Abigail felt like she was about to die of shame.

Upon hearing Greg say this, she hurriedly answered, "Hurry up! You are not allowed to climb over the window in the

future."

Greg automatically ignored the second sentence.

After Abigail hadn't heard any movements outside for a long time, she opened the door and walked out.

There was no one in the room, but there was a plate of fried noodles on the table.

All of a sudden, she felt very touched.

For the past five years, she lived outside while doing surgery after surgery to make ends meet. Thus, starvation was

a common occurrence, and no one would specially make something delicious for Abigail and send it to her.

However, ever since meeting Greg, he always reminded her to eat from time to time since he knew that her

digestive system was not good. Now, he even went to great lengths to cook for her.

This feeling of being so cared for by others really made Abigail happy. She cherished it very much, but she was also

a little scared.

How long will this last? I don't know if we can make it to the end.

Abigail felt a little worried. Then, she shook her head and gave a wry smile before she sat down and picked up the

fork to take a mouthful of the noodles.

Oh, it tastes really good.

Soon, Abigail finished the plate of fried noodles. At this time, even if her stomach couldn't take it, she couldn't be

bothered to worry about it anymore.

After Greg went back, he rushed into the bathroom and turned on the faucet. He didn't have time to take off his

clothes before he took a cold shower, yet he still couldn't suppress the restlessness in his body.

Oh, God! It seems that I should ask her before I go over there in the future.

When he thought about this, his body reacted again.

"F*ck!"

Greg let out a low growl, for he had to take another cold shower again.

Meanwhile, Abigail picked up the plate and went downstairs. Emma was sitting on the sofa half asleep. Upon seeing

Abigail come down, she quickly asked, "When will you let me go?"

"When your mother gives me what I want."

Then, Abigail brought the plate to the kitchen.

At once, Emma noticed that the plate was not from Abigail's house, so she could not help but ask, "Who gave you

the plate? Was it Jonathan? Did you contact Jonathan behind my back?"