Not One, But Two!
Chapter 68

Chapter 68

Chapter 68

After she hung up, Greg frowned. He had been thinking of breaking up with Genevieve a lot recently.He knew she didn't care about him, and that was why he didn't want to drag it out, but he never thoughtshe would hang up. So she doesn't want to cut me off just yet.

Greg thought that she would eventually become his after she gave him her first time, and he thoughtpatience would give him what he wanted. but now, he realized that he was just a tool for her to keepCody in check. She kept him around just to use him, and that realization was depressing.

He was a proud man, but he lost his dignity all because of a woman, and it depressed him. She'll try tocome up with another way to get a spot at the event. He took a deep breath and texted Cody,'Genevieve wants that academic event slot. Tell your wife to be on the lookout.'

'Thanks for telling.' Cody answered quickly.

Greg felt a bit heavy and dark. This pointless relationship should be ended soon. For some reason, hewanted to smoke.

But just after he lit a cigarette, a fair hand appeared and took his cigarette away before dousing it in thesink. "The kitchen is a place for food, not cigarettes."

Abigail had come in. After she stubbed out his cigarette, she put on the apron and said, "You go out. I'llhandle the rest."

She put the vegetables on the chopping board and cut them up. Her hands were fair and slender, andeven cutting up vegetables looked like art when she did it.

Greg paused for a moment. Aside from him and his maids, no other people had ever been in it. WithAbigail's addition, the kitchen felt a little cramped.

"Well, go on. Don't just stand there." She looked up. When she noticed that he was still here, shechased him out.

Her hands were cool, and Greg felt it through his shirt. It made him pause. "I'll do it." He looked at herchest. She really thinks she's fine, huh?

She said softly, "I saw you on the phone. It must be urgent, isn't it? You can attend to your work. I'll dothe cooking. I know what the girls like the most."

So this is why she came in. He looked at her. Genevieve never cooked, so I learned how to cook forher, but she has always taken it for granted. She has never helped me in the kitchen, nor has she everpraised me.

He knew he shouldn't compare her to Abigail, but he just couldn't help it. And then he realized that hetoo needed someone to be concerned about him. He too needed someone to help him. Even though itwas something as simple as helping him cook, it was enough to make him excited.

Abigail noticed the look he was giving her, and she coughed. "Are you worried? Think I might poisonthe meal?"

"No." He smiled, and it cheered him up a lot. "I'll go to smoke. Thanks for your help." Greg thought hereally needed to get some fresh air.

Abigail answered softly, "Smoking's not great for your health, unless you want to die faster."

The corner of Greg's lips twitched. He just thought Abigail was kind of cute, but now he wanted to stitchher mouth shut again.

Abigail didn't care what he was thinking. She had reminded him of what to do, but it was up to him todecide what he would do in the end.

He left the kitchen, and without his presence around, Abigail felt a lot more comfortable. She quicklyprepped the vegetables and sauteed them, making lunch.

Greg didn't go far. He was going to smoke on the balcony, but he was reminded of what Abigail toldhim, so he didn't light his cigarette, and for the first time in his life, he twirled it between his fingers. Ashe watched Abigail cook, he thought, She'll be a good wife and mother. Wait, what am I thinking? Hesmiled. I must be mad. He shook his head, and since Troy was calling him about work, he went to thestudy right away.

He didn't come back down even after Abigail was done cooking.

Valerie came with the kids, and when she saw the table of food, she smiled. "Looks like I'm eating welltoday."

"Mommy's a great cook!" Alissa said proudly, as if she was the one who cooked the dishes.

Arianna, however, sat beside her sister and grandmother quietly.

Abigail looked in the direction of the study, and she hesitated, wondering if she should call Greg over.

Valerie noticed that, and she smiled. "I'm not really young anymore. Abbie, get that kid down for lunch."

"Sure." Abigail nodded and went upstairs, then she knocked on the study's door.

"Come in," Greg said. She paused for a moment, but she went in eventually.

"Lunch is ready."

Abigail noticed that he was having an online conference, so she took a step back. She wasn't related toGreg, so appearing before the top brass of his company wasn't great.

When Greg saw what she did, he frowned. Genevive used to come into his study too, and no matterwhat he was doing, she'd come over and sit on his lap, demanding that he drop everything he wasdoing and spend some time with her. She didn't mind revealing herself to the top brass.

Greg used to like that. He thought it was her way of telling the world that he was her boyfriend.However, she was also that brazen when she went and harassed Cody. When the top brass who sawher before met Greg again, the look in their eyes was different. They wouldn't say anything in front ofhim out of fear, but they would gossip.

Abigail was different. She knew the boundaries, and she left after she notified him. Greg squinted. Itwas nice of her to do that, but he felt annoyed for some reason. I don't mind you showing yourself infront of them, but what did you mean by that? Trying to stay away from me? His mood soured.

The top brass heard it when Abigail came to tell Greg it was time for lunch. They noticed him looking ather, and he spaced out. They were trying to figure out who that woman was to him.

One of the managers mustered up his courage and said, "Why don't we talk about it later in theafternoon, sir?" And that finally brought Greg's attention back.

"We'll continue at one." Greg cut the connection and went downstairs.

The kids looked excited. Greg watched as they interacted with Abigail and Valerie, and he felt warmand fuzzy. It had been a while since he had lunch with his family. "Are you ready, kids?"

The kids were happy that Greg came downstairs.

"Daddy, I thought you were going to cook for me." Alissa pouted, looking unhappy.

Greg quickly pushed a plate of salad and a bowl of porridge to her. "I made these."

"Really?" Alissa looked at her mother.

Abigail nodded with a smile.

"I want them all. Daddy made these, after all." She picked her bowl up and ate happily.

Arianna ate quietly, but she felt happy, and the lunch went well.

It had been a while since Abigail felt like this. Never thought I'd feel like I'm at home at BuckleyResidence. And then she stopped for a moment. Wait. At home? There's no way I'd get married to him.At this thought, she stared down, and her mood doured. "Girls, I bought a house beside your father'splace. You can come to my place or stay at his place every night. It's your choice."

Alissa quickly said, "Can't we all stay at Daddy's place?"

"I like being at my own place," she told them, since it was hard to explain otherwise.

Alissa looked like she was in a dilemma.

"Let them stay at my place. Allie's still weak, so I'll keep an eye on her. You get some rest." Greg didn'twant to bring Abigail's wound up in front of the kids.

Abigail gave it some thought. Her wound indeed hurt, and she was tired. Her kids would be fine withtheir father, so she nodded. "Sure."

Abigail was about to clear the table, but Valerie stopped her, "Oh no you don't. You get some rest.You're not a robot. Allie's fine now, so you don't have to worry. Aria, you come with me, alright? Letyour mother rest."

"Sure." Arianna nodded.

Abigail felt crestfallen seeing that her kids didn't need her anymore. Her wound was throbbing, so shehad to leave lest the kids knew she was hurt. When she went back to her place, she noticed thatStanley was still around, much to her surprise. "Uncle? You're still here? Do you have something to tellme? Is it about Mom?" Whenever she thought about the scene at Greg's home earlier, it bolstered herdesire to replace her mother. I don't care what kind of situation she's in right now.

Stanley paused for a moment, and his eyes glinted. He wanted to say something, but he hesitated, toAbigail's slight annoyance. She frowned.