Not One, But Two!

Chapter 19

Greg was astonished at first, but he quickly grew interested in the direction their conversation was taking. "And when did I ever say you were inept?"

This made Abigail choke on her retort. Indeed, he had never specifically mentioned the word 'inept', but he had questioned her prowess when he pinned the blame on her after Valerie coughed up blood, so he had as good as called her inept. She gritted her teeth and stared at him balefully, resenting him for his sudden dive into semantics.

"What, are you going to bite me?" He smirked at her devilishly, the defiant look in his eyes stoking a fiery rage within her.

"Move!" She shoved him aside so aggressively that he staggered and nearly fell backward.

What is she, part-bull? Where does she keep all her strength? Greg rubbed his chest where she had shoved him and frowned. When he saw that she was making her way out, his arm darted out to grab her. "Where do you think you're going?"

Abigail turned around abruptly, and the gleaming tip of her scalpel very narrowly missed his arm as she hissed, "Don't touch me!"

His gaze darkened, and he decided that she was not the most agreeable person when she had her scalpel with her. "Listen here, Abigail—patience is not my strong suit."

"Oh, brilliant! I was just about to say the same thing. I won't leave until your mother pulls through the night, Greg, but the moment her condition stabilizes, you'd better withdraw that ridiculous 'wanted' poster that you made of me, or there'll be hell to pay." The thought that she was now a wanted person in the country made her seethe with rage, and worse still was the fact that Greg had painted her as some petty thief who stole from him. "Also, I have nothing to hide, and it's disgusting that you have to resort to false accusations just to get your revenge. You'd better clarify this, or else—"

"Or else what?" Greg was getting angrier by the second. He could hardly believe that this woman could stand here and deliver one threat after another to his face. Does she actually think I'm scared of her? He took a step closer to her. Like a startled bird, she took a step back, and she tightened her clutch on her scalpel as she eyed him warily, though he did not miss the disgusted look she shot him.

To think that this was the same woman who had forced herself upon him five years ago, and yet here she was behaving like she would rather die than to be touched by him. The fuse in him was suddenly lit as he hissed, "So I'm a shameless beast, am I?"

Abigail bristled. What the hell?

When he saw the blank look on her face, he grew even more incensed. "I am an incubus, you said?"

He was inching forward with each venomous sentence.

Abigail frowned deeply and snapped, "Don't come any closer!"

The look of repulsion on her face pierced through him like a searing hot dagger. He couldn't help thinking about the DNA test results, incredulous that he and Alissa were not biologically related at all. This, coupled with Abigail's utter rejection of him, was enough to make something in him snap. I wasn't the one who touched her five years ago, and here she is looking like she's disgusted by me! "You don't want me to come closer because you're saving room for some other guy, am I right?"

Abigail bristled at his harsh words. "Watch your mouth."

upset that I read your mind? I remember how you were more than willing

front of this man. But he

lunged forward and slapped him

was blown. She just hit me again! "Do you really

grabbed her wrist and

found herself transported back to the intimate scene from five years ago. She stiffened before she struggled to break free as she shrieked, "Let

again. With his hand clasped tightly around her wrist, he kicked open the door to the lounge

tickling her

leg to try and save herself, but Greg seemed to have anticipated this, for he quickly clamped her long legs

every fiber of her body was reminded of the passionate and mindless endeavor that had taken place five years ago, feeling as though the memory of it was making her system respond accordingly. "Let's talk about

interested in talking? I've been wanting to talk things out with you since you returned from abroad, but you never gave me the chance," he drawled sardonically. He didn't think he had to do anything just because

on his face. As of now, her limbs were restrained by him, and in a fit of panic, she bobbed her head and knocked

their height difference, she ended up butting her head against

couldn't dodge her attack in time, and he felt his teeth sink into his tongue painfully, so much so that he nearly

went on to add insult to injury as

to abandoning all reason. He glowered at her, and when he saw the smirk on her face, he suddenly dipped his head to capture her lips in

moment, Abigail thought her mind had

the sweet taste of her that he had completely forgotten he was trying to punish her. His tongue prodded

in protest, the more aggressive he became. It was

her head like a ripple effect, and her body

stomach. There was a distinctly familiar sensation in her, but just as she was about to cave into the passion of the moment,

as though they had both been turned to stone, and

was sure that she had not been hallucinating, and that she had, indeed,

shoved Greg away

was in shock as well. What's Alissa doing here? Did I imagine it? But before he could

the bathroom was right behind Greg, and with one

wet patch on the bathroom floor. He was convinced that this woman

gaped at him. Then, she burst into

hand toward Greg. "Daddy, are you okay? Here, I'll help you up." The little girl was grinning at