Not One, But Two!

Chapter 191

Abigail was confident of her knife-throwing skills, but she missed the target with her scalpel this time. To be precise,

the stalker had managed to dodge her scalpel. She narrowed her eyes, and when she wanted to get to the stalker,

the other party was nowhere in sight.

Who was that? Did the person stay close to eavesdrop on me, or did he do it for some other reason? She didn't

think the person was there to kill her as she couldn't detect any murderous intent. Despite her uneasiness, there

was nothing she could do as the stalker didn't leave any traces behind.

The red-light district was filled with people from all walks of life. Even though this was Greg's territory, Abigail knew

that he didn't necessarily know all the people here. Upon her return, she saw Benjamin approaching her with a first

aid kit. "Ma'am, here's the first aid kit you wanted."

"Thanks," Abigail said and took the kit before she stepped into the room, leaving Benjamin dumbfounded.

Thanks? It was the first time someone had thanked him, and it felt great. With a smirk, he stroked the back of his

head and stood guard outside of Greg's room. However, his expression darkened once Abigail entered the room.

Earlier on, he was trying to stay close to Abigail in an attempt to find out who was on the phone with her, but he

hadn't expected Abigail to be so sensitive and adept at knife-throwing. If he hadn't managed to dodge the scalpel in

time, his arm would've been injured.

At the thought of the incident that had just happened, he felt his back drenching in cold sweat. He was aware that

Greg was skillful in martial arts, but it never crossed his mind that Abigail was not to be underestimated as well. It

seemed that he had to be more cautious in the future.

Meanwhile, Greg had already dozed off when Abigail shuffled into the room with the first aid kit. However, due to his

innate sensitivity for his surroundings and strange noises, he immediately opened his eyes. A hint of murderous

intent flashed across his gaze, but it was curbed as soon as he saw Abigail.

"You're back." His voice was still hoarse and languid as he had just woken up.

Abigail flashed a smile at him and said in a low voice, "You haven't recovered yet, so get some rest if you're

exhausted. Don't worry, I won't let anyone harm you."

Others believed that since Greg was born in a wealthy family, he could enjoy all the best things in life as he pleased.

Nevertheless, Abigail knew that he had endured more pain than most people, and no one else could see how much

hard work he put into his career.

There were countless nights when Abigail didn't dare to slumber off. As soon as she heard the slightest noise, she

would wake up and look around with vigilance, not knowing where she was for a moment. This was caused by the

fact that she was surrounded by danger, and it deprived her of a sense of security. Upon seeing that it was also the

same for Greg, she felt heartbroken for him even though they were not related by blood.

An unabashed Greg extended his hands and pulled the woman into his embrace before saying gently, "I believe

you. I'll take a nap since I'm really tired."

"Go ahead," Abigail replied softly.

Greg's injury was neither serious nor mild, but it was mentally taxing for him to stay awake. Abigail admired the fact

that he had persevered for such a long time. Upon seeing how knackered he was, she immediately told him to have

some shut-eye.

Abigail's voice was truly pleasant. As Greg felt the warmth coming from her body, he closed his eyes and put his

guard down before dozing off. If Benjamin happened to see it, he would be astounded.

After making sure that the man was asleep, Abigail unbuttoned his shirt and rebandaged his wound. However, she

became frustrated the moment she tried to get up—as soon as she moved, Greg would stir from his sleep.

Needless to say, she didn't have the heart to see that happen as the man looked truly fatigued. After giving it a

thought, she sighed gently and rested against his shoulder.

Greg subconsciously wrapped his arms around her and even gently rubbed his handsome face against her chest,

prompting Abigail to blush. This man is still so lascivious when he's asleep. Is he doing it on purpose?

She gazed at the man with a frown, and upon seeing that he was sound asleep, she gave up on struggling out of his

embrace. After all that had happened, she was dog-tired as well, so she gradually slumbered off in the man's arms.

It was a night without dreams for the two of them. When the sunlight cast into the room the next morning, Greg

slowly opened his eyes.

The moment he saw that Abigail was fast asleep, he became startled for a while before his heart was filled with

warmth. He wasn't sure if this was what happiness felt like, but he had taken a liking to these warm and sweet

feelings.

He lowered his head and kissed the woman on her plump lips. Initially, he was gentle and careful, but he became

increasingly passionate with each passing second. Eventually, Abigail woke up from near suffocation, and as soon

as she opened her eyes, she saw the man's magnified face. Despite her bashfulness, she didn't back down. Instead,

she draped her arms around his neck and responded to his kiss affectionately.

Greg was unable to hold his desire back anymore as his hands started wandering around her body. Just as they

were about to do the deed, Abigail suddenly slapped his face and struggled out of his embrace.

As soon as he stopped feeling the woman's warmth, Greg became displeased. "Abbie!"

There was a hint of dejection and regret in his voice. However, Abigail flashed a smile at him and said, "Before you

recover, don't even think about it. A morning kiss is all you can get."

Following that, she shuffled into the bathroom.

His desire was still burning within him, but he felt dejected as he thought about his wound. At that instant, he wasn't

sure if he had made the right decision to get married to a doctor. Despite not knowing the answer, he could only

give in. After all, he was more concerned about Abigail's opinions and feelings rather than his impulse.

In fact, Abigail had been aroused as well, but she told herself to calm down for the sake of Greg's health. She

splashed some cold water onto her face in an attempt to curb her yearning for the man's touch.

As she watched her blushing self in the mirror's reflection, she felt that life was truly unpredictable. Before she

returned to the country, she still believed that being in love with someone was a waste of time; it never crossed her

mind that she would be captivated by Greg this soon.

However, as she thought about his temperament and actions, she knew that she was bound to fall in love with him.

When she realized what was on her mind, she scolded herself for being a love-sick fool before splashing even more

cold water onto her face. Due to the fact that she had exerted more force while doing so, her chest area was

dampened with water. Her clothes stuck close to her skin and revealed her bosom in a seductive way, but the

woman was not aware of that.

She stepped out of the bathroom after pulling herself together, only to see the man's Adam's apple bob up and

down. His eagle-like eyes were filled with lust, and it seemed like he was eager to swallow her in one fell swoop. The

sight of it made her feel her throat burning.

Faced with the man's fervent stare, Abigail blushed and asked, "Why are you looking at me like a hungry wolf in

broad daylight?"

Greg directly picked up a towel and hurled it toward the woman as it accurately covered up her alluring chest.

Then, he dashed into the bathroom to take a cold shower. Abigail initially had no idea what was wrong with him, but

as soon as she took the towel away and saw her chest, she immediately figured everything out. That revelation

made her face become as red as a tomato. No way! Did he think I was seducing him? I wasn't, though!

Abigail wanted to explain herself, but she realized that she would only exacerbate the situation by doing so.

Therefore, she directly put on a coat and buttoned it before fleeing from the room.

Benjamin didn't seem to have had any shut-eye for the entire night. When he saw Abigail leaving the room, he

subconsciously called out, "Good morning, Ma'am."

"Morning."

Despite knowing there was no way Benjamin was aware of what had happened in the room, Abigail still felt

embarrassed and guilty. Then, she subconsciously hastened her pace and left the place as though something

horrifying was haunting her from behind.

A shocked Benjamin took a peek into the room, but Greg was nowhere in sight. Instead, he heard the sound of

splashing water in the bathroom, so he couldn't help but fall into his wild thoughts. Greg has great stamina! I'm

envious that he's able to do it in the morning. Then, he quickly looked away and straightened up, pretending that he

had seen and heard nothing.

Abigail was nowhere in sight when Greg shuffled out of the bathroom, but he could immediately see Benjamin

standing at the door. Meanwhile, he hadn't toweled his body dry yet. As the water from his hair dropped onto his

chest, he looked deathly attractive as a man. "Where's my woman?"

Even though Greg's voice wasn't loud, Benjamin knew that he was talking to him. He quickly replied, "Miss Abigail

left the room more than ten minutes ago. I saw her heading toward the first floor, so she might be looking for Miss

Leynthall."

Upon hearing that, Greg slightly narrowed his eyes. When he thought of the fact that Abigail's clothes had been

dampened with water, he frowned and uttered in a small voice, "Buy some clothes for my woman. I'll send you her

measurements. Remember to delete it from your phone and brain after you're done buying clothes for her,

though."

Benjamin became startled, thinking that it was a difficult task. He wasn't willing to find out Abigail's measurements,

but did he even have a right to turn his boss down? After all, this was what an assistant was supposed to do. What

can I do?

When Greg saw that his assistant was in a dilemma, he asked in a cold voice, "What's wrong? Is there a problem

with it?"

Benjamin hurriedly said, "I think it'd be much better if you buy the clothes yourself, Mr. Buckley."

"What?"

When Greg instructed Troy to do such a thing in the past, the latter would always meticulously carry out the task.

But now, Benjamin appeared reluctant when he was told to do the same thing.

Upon sensing his displeasure, Benjamin felt a chill running down his spine, but he still bit the bullet and uttered, "Mr.

Buckley, I don't think Miss Abigail's private matters should be revealed to a man like me. Even if I promise that I'll

forget about it, I can never control what goes through my mind. In fact, me knowing Miss Abigail's measurements

would be a blasphemy to her. If you can personally buy her the clothes, I believe she'll be moved."

It was Greg's first time hearing about such a perspective, but he subconsciously thought that Benjamin was right.

That's right. Why should I expose my woman's measurements to another man? It isn't appropriate even if the man

is my assistant. Greg recalled that Troy didn't seem worried about it in the past, and coupled with his opinions about

Abigail, he suddenly felt disdainful of Troy. On the other hand, he thought that he had made the right choice by

hiring Benjamin to be his assistant.

It had to be said that Benjamin was not as simple-minded as he seemed.