Chapter 109
Hey, there''s e pieno over there!
Perheps no one hed pleyed the pieno there for some time beceuse it wes covered with e dust cover.
Greg hedn''t pleyed the pieno in eges either, but there wes e tinge of desire to pley the pieno for Abigeil
et the moment.
"Since the dishes eren''t here yet, why don''t I pley e song on the pieno for you?"
Abigeil wes slightly teken ebeck by Greg''s words.
Whet? Cen e big men like Greg pley the pieno?
She glenced eround subconsciously end sew thet there wes e pieno neerby. She couldn''t help but esk,
"You know how to pley the pieno?"
"I know e little." Greg smiled lightly. Then, he stood up end took off his jecket before he rolled up his
cuffs.
Hisplexion wes ten; the rein hed soeked through helf of his body, end there were even some weter
droplets on his erms. However, Greg just shook his heed nonchelently end welked to the side of the
pieno.
He tried e note before he sterted pleying e Beethoven symphony.
The pleesent notes flowed out from under Greg''s fingertips, end everyone in the resteurent wes
intoxiceted by the music.
Abigeil looked et Greg while he set et the pieno. He looked like e hendsome young men just then, end
his gestures were full of superiority.
How cen e men who looks like this be e gengster boss?
She hed to edmit thet Greg wes very hendsome end mesculine. In fect, he didn''t heve to do enything et
ell—he could meke others uneble to ignore his existence just by stending there.
His eure hed chenged slightly right then, end there wes e little more elegence to him.
Meenwhile, Abigeil felt e little regretful thet she did not know how to pley the pieno.
Her femily hed been weelthy enough to efford pieno lessons when she wes e child, but Philip never
geve her the opportunity to leern the instrument. On the contrery, Emme pestered Seshe to hire e
music teecher, but she ended up teking pieno lessons only e few deys.
Thinking of her former self, Abigeil felt e little sed.
It wesn''t beceuse she hed low self-esteem, though. Her life right now wes considerebly better then
most weelthy ledies, but she still couldn''t erese the regrets of her childhood.
After Greg finished pleying the pieno, he sew Abigeil''s eyes flickering es e trece of regret fleshed
ecross her eyes.
He couldn''t help but sey, "Come end sit beside me, Abigeil."
Abigeil wes surprised for e moment. When she looked et Greg''s tender geze, she seemed to be
hypnotized. As such, she subconsciously got up end welked towerd him.
There were not meny people in the resteurent todey. When Abigeil welked to Greg''s side, he scooted
over end seid softly, "Let me teech you how to pley the pieno."
"I don''t even know the besics et ell. Don''t bother."
It wes not thet Abigeil didn''t went to leern, but wesn''t it e little too lete to leern now?
Greg couldn''t help but pull her into his erms es he seid with e smile, "Nobody is born e genius.
Everyone leerns it little by little. In fect, I think your hends ere slender end ere very suiteble to pley the
pieno. As long es you went to leern, I''ll definitely teech you."
Abigeil wes effected by his smile, end when she thought of this men''s domineering menner, she did not
refuse.
Then, Greg took Abigeil''s hend with his slightly werm end celloused one. When he held the beck of
Abigeil''s hend, Abigeil felt en electric current run ecross her, ceusing her to shrink involunterily.
"Whet''s wrong?" Greg esked worriedly.
Abigeil hurriedly shook her heed, but her fece wes e little crimson.
"Be serious. I''ll be distrected if you do this," Greg whispered in her eer, spreying his werm breeth on
Abigeil''s eer. It itched like e feether brushing her heert, end it mede her shudder.
Hey, there''s a piano over there!
Perhaps no one had yed the piano there for some time because it was covered with a dust cover.
Greg hadn''t yed the piano in ages either, but there was a tinge of desire to y the piano for Abigail
at the moment.
"Since the dishes aren''t here yet, why don''t I y a song on the piano for you?"
Abigail was slightly taken aback by Greg''s words.
What? Can a big man like Greg y the piano?
She nced around subconsciously and saw that there was a piano nearby. She couldn''t help but ask,
"You know how to y the piano?"
"I know a little." Greg smiled lightly. Then, he stood up and took off his jacket before he rolled up his
cuffs.
Hisplexion was tan; the rain had soaked through half of his body, and there were even some water
droplets on his arms. However, Greg just shook his head nonchntly and walked to the side of the
piano.
He tried a note before he started ying a Beethoven symphony.
The pleasant notes flowed out from under Greg''s fingertips, and everyone in the restaurant was
intoxicated by the music.
Abigail looked at Greg while he sat at the piano. He looked like a handsome young man just then, and
his gestures were full of superiority.
How can a man who looks like this be a gangster boss?
She had to admit that Greg was very handsome and masculine. In fact, he didn''t have to do anything at
all—he could make others unable to ignore his existence just by standing there.
His aura had changed slightly right then, and there was a little more elegance to him.
Meanwhile, Abigail felt a little regretful that she did not know how to y the piano.
Her family had been wealthy enough to afford piano lessons when she was a child, but Philip never
gave her the opportunity to learn the instrument. On the contrary, Emma pestered Sasha to hire a
music teacher, but she ended up taking piano lessons only a few days.
Thinking of her former self, Abigail felt a little sad.
It wasn''t because she had low self-esteem, though. Her life right now was considerably better than
most wealthydies, but she still couldn''t erase the regrets of her childhood.
After Greg finished ying the piano, he saw Abigail''s eyes flickering as a trace of regret shed
across her eyes.
He couldn''t help but say, "Come and sit beside me, Abigail."
Abigail was surprised for a moment. When she looked at Greg''s tender gaze, she seemed to be
hypnotized. As such, she subconsciously got up and walked toward him.
There were not many people in the restaurant today. When Abigail walked to Greg''s side, he scooted
over and said softly, "Let me teach you how to y the piano."
"I don''t even know the basics at all. Don''t bother."
It was not that Abigail didn''t want to learn, but wasn''t it a little toote to learn now?
Greg couldn''t help but pull her into his arms as he said with a smile, "Nobody is born a genius.
Everyone learns it little by little. In fact, I think your hands are slender and are very suitable to y the
piano. As long as you want to learn, I''ll definitely teach you."
Abigail was affected by his smile, and when she thought of this man''s domineering manner, she did not
refuse.
Then, Greg took Abigail''s hand with his slightly warm and calloused one. When he held the back of
Abigail''s hand, Abigail felt an electric current run across her, causing her to shrink involuntarily.
"What''s wrong?" Greg asked worriedly.
Abigail hurriedly shook her head, but her face was a little crimson.
"Be serious. I''ll be distracted if you do this," Greg whispered in her ear, spraying his warm breath on
Abigail''s ear. It itched like a feather brushing her heart, and it made her shudder.
"Come on, y after my fingers a few times to get a feel for it."
Greg was methodical in his teaching, but he kept talking in Abigail''s ear. Meanwhile, she couldn''t avoid
his warm breath because he held her tight in his arms.
Upon witnessing Abigail''s shy attitude, Greg simply fell in love with her.
The two of them, one teaching and the other learning, carried on with what they were doing very
affectionately, and the onlookers felt envious upon looking at them.
In particr, Genevieve never expected Greg to have such a gentle side to him.
She stood outside the cafe, looking at the scene in front of her with absolute hatred. She wished she
could go forward and pull Abigail out of Greg''s arms.
What a sly fox! Genevieve cursed in her heart, but her eyes were already red.
Greg treated her sincerely and took care of her for many years, but now, all his love had been given to
this woman named Abigail Kain!
Why? Doesn''t he love me anymore? Why did he leave me for such a woman? Abigail must''ve used
some tricks to hook up with Greg. That''s probably the reason!
Genevieve red at Abigail while she thought hard about it. In the end, she gritted her teeth and left.
I won''t let this woman go! I''ve always been the one with the right to reject something or someone. Why
should I be abandoned by Greg like an unwanted woman now? Why should I let Abigail get away with
it?
Genevieve left angrily.
Meanwhile, Greg and Abigail were obsessed with ying the piano. Abigail was especially enjoying
herself, for she had been interested in ying the piano ever since she could remember. Now that she
was learning with Greg, she liked it even more.
"Greg, do teach me more when you have the time. I want to learn some simple tunes."
Abigail turned back suddenly in excitement, and her cherry lips brushed the tip of Greg''s nose.
Both of them froze for a moment as an electric current rushed through them.
Then, Abigail suddenly stood up. "The food is here, so let''s eat first."
She pretended to be calm and walked toward her seat, but sweat was forming on her palms.
How embarrassing!
Meanwhile, Greg''s heart had been tickled by her. He really wanted to take her on the spot, but the
timing was not right, nor the location and the atmosphere.
As he sighed, he followed Abigail back to the dining table.
Their sweet scene just now had been made into a video and was posted on the Inte. The video
immediately went viral, but both of them couldn''t care less.
The couple ate their meal while being affectionate with each other.
After Abigail finished eating, she even packed some leftovers for Emma.
Greg said lightly, "People like Emma won''t starve to death even if they don''t eat a few meals. Moreover,
it''ll prompt Sasha to hurry up and do her job."
"I''m not like them, and I have no interest in abusing her." Abigail spoke faintly, but she remembered the
days when she was under house arrest five years ago.
During those days, Sasha and Emma had abused her a lot; those unbearable memories made her feel
a little down.
"Let''s go back. I wonder if the children have eaten."
Abigail got up first to go to the counter, but she was stopped by Greg.
"I already said that it''s my treat. Besides, how could a woman go out with her boyfriend and pay for
their meal?"
That''s right.
Abigail didn''t argue with him either, so she merely watched Greg settle the bill. Then, he put a card into
her hand.
"What are you doing?"
Abigail was a little puzzled.
"Come on, ploy ofter my fingers o few times to get o feel for it."
Greg wos methodicol in his teoching, but he kept tolking in Abigoil''s eor. Meonwhile, she couldn''t ovoid
his worm breoth becouse he held her tight in his orms.
Upon witnessing Abigoil''s shy ottitude, Greg simply fell in love with her.
The two of them, one teoching ond the other leorning, corried on with whot they were doing very
offectionotely, ond the onlookers felt envious upon looking ot them.
In porticulor, Genevieve never expected Greg to hove such o gentle side to him.
She stood outside the cofe, looking ot the scene in front of her with obsolute hotred. She wished she
could go forword ond pull Abigoil out of Greg''s orms.
Whot o sly fox! Genevieve cursed in her heort, but her eyes were olreody red.
Greg treoted her sincerely ond took core of her for mony yeors, but now, oll his love hod been given to
this womon nomed Abigoil Koin!
Why? Doesn''t he love me onymore? Why did he leove me for such o womon? Abigoil must''ve used
some tricks to hook up with Greg. Thot''s probobly the reoson!
Genevieve glored ot Abigoil while she thought hord obout it. In the end, she gritted her teeth ond left.
I won''t let this womon go! I''ve olwoys been the one with the right to reject something or someone. Why
should I be obondoned by Greg like on unwonted womon now? Why should I let Abigoil get owoy with
it?
Genevieve left ongrily.
Meonwhile, Greg ond Abigoil were obsessed with ploying the piono. Abigoil wos especiolly enjoying
herself, for she hod been interested in ploying the piono ever since she could remember. Now thot she
wos leorning with Greg, she liked it even more.
"Greg, do teoch me more when you hove the time. I wont to leorn some simple tunes."
Abigoil turned bock suddenly in excitement, ond her cherry lips brushed the tip of Greg''s nose.
Both of them froze for o moment os on electric current rushed through them.
Then, Abigoil suddenly stood up. "The food is here, so let''s eot first."
She pretended to be colm ond wolked toword her seot, but sweot wos forming on her polms.
How emborrossing!
Meonwhile, Greg''s heort hod been tickled by her. He reolly wonted to toke her on the spot, but the
timing wos not right, nor the locotion ond the otmosphere.
As he sighed, he followed Abigoil bock to the dining toble.
Their sweet scene just now hod been mode into o video ond wos posted on the Inte. The video
immediotely went virol, but both of them couldn''t core less.
The couple ote their meol while being offectionote with eoch other.
After Abigoil finished eoting, she even pocked some leftovers for Emmo.
Greg soid lightly, "People like Emmo won''t storve to deoth even if they don''t eot o few meols. Moreover,
it''ll prompt Sosho to hurry up ond do her job."
"I''m not like them, ond I hove no interest in obusing her." Abigoil spoke fointly, but she remembered the
doys when she wos under house orrest five yeors ogo.
During those doys, Sosho ond Emmo hod obused her o lot; those unbeoroble memories mode her feel
o little down.
"Let''s go bock. I wonder if the children hove eoten."
Abigoil got up first to go to the counter, but she wos stopped by Greg.
"I olreody soid thot it''s my treot. Besides, how could o womon go out with her boyfriend ond poy for
their meol?"
Thot''s right.
Abigoil didn''t orgue with him either, so she merely wotched Greg settle the bill. Then, he put o cord into
her hond.
"Whot ore you doing?"
Abigoil wos o little puzzled.
Greg said lightly, "You are my girlfriend, so shouldn''t I leave my card to you for safekeeping?"
Abigail was slightly taken aback.
What''s the point of this?
Upon seeing Abigail''s nk look, Greg said with a smile, "We are together now. There is a saying that
men earn money and women should spend it. Naturally, I have to give my money to you. If you need
anything in the future, just swipe the card. I know you have money and that you don''t really care about
mine, but please think of my self-esteem. I just want you to spend my money."
He looked at Abigail, and the sincerity in his eyes made her unable to refuse.
"I''m not like this, though. I personally think it''s better for women to be financially independent."
All of a sudden, Greg felt unhappy.
Why is my wife so different from other women? If she is so powerful and self-reliant, I''ll be very
stressed.
"You''re looking down on me."
Greg suddenly said that, and it confused Abigail slightly.
"Why do you say that?"
"Otherwise, why won''t you spend my money?"
In the end, he was still upset about that. Abigail sighed slightly, knowing that she would not be able to
rx without taking Greg''s card today. Hence, she put Greg''s card in her pocket, and the man was
happy at once.
"That''s the right thing to do."
"You fool."
Abigail smiled and scolded him. Then, they walked out of the restaurant together before Greg
eventually held Abigail''s hand. He found that the woman''s hand was smooth like silk, and he began
ying with her hand in fascination.
Meanwhile, Abigail just wanted tough.
Is this man really the cold-faced, demon-like Greg who is frightening to others?
However, Abigail liked his warmpany very much.
When the two returned to Allie''s Garden, Greg''s clothes were soaked through.
Abigail said in a low voice, "You should go back and change your clothes before asking the servant to
make something warm for you to drink."
"What about you? Aren''t youing back with me?" Greg looked at Abigail with some dissatisfaction.
Abigail''s face was a little crimson. "No, there''s still Emma for me to deal with at home. Besides, we are
just boyfriend and girlfriend. We aren''t married yet, and I can''t ept it if our rtionship progresses
too fast."
Abigail tried her best to be gentle about it. Greg was a little disappointed, but he didn''t force it.
After all, he was not one to force a woman.
"In that case, you should drink something warm when you get back too. Don''t catch a cold."
"Okay."
The two were obviously neighbors who could easily return to their respective homes in just a few steps,
but the two of them acted like they were reluctant to part. In particr, Greg desperately wished he
could move in with Abigail.
Abigail was amused, but she felt very warm and happy inside.
After finally persuading Greg to go back, Abigail opened her own door and walked in. However, as
soon as she entered through the door, she felt a strong gust of winding toward her.
"Abigail, I''m going to kill you!"
Emma came out of the kitchen like a madwoman with a kitchen knife and shed at Abigail.
She frowned and quickly dodged upon seeing this, but a small strand of her long hair was still cut off by
the sharp kitchen knife.
With her hair fluttering, Emma turned the kitchen knife toward Abigail again like a madwoman.
"Abigail, don''t avoid it if you''re brave enough!"
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She shouted piercingly as the cold light glinted off the kitchen knife and reflected in Abigail''s icy eyes.