Chapter 242


    Greg did not expect her toe in unannounced. He was just halfway through wearing his pants, and


    there was not a piece of clothing on his upper body. He was shocked that someone opened the door,


    and he froze.


    Abigail felt her face burning up. She was starting to get feverish, even. "What is wrong with you? Are


    you going to do something pervy?"


    Abigail was about to leave, but Greg snapped out of it and pulled her into his embrace, a smile


    gleaming in his eyes. "It''s been a while, so I wanted to get showered and make things better for us.


    Didn''t think you''de here so soon," he said. He felt himself heating up too.


    It had been a while since he had sex. His urges were almost overflowing. Greg would have done this


    after lunch, but Abigail came before that, and she bumped into him at the right time. Perfect chance.


    "I''ve missed you, sweetheart." He started getting handsy with her.


    Unlike some other protagonists, Abigail was not shy about this. She was just surprised for a moment


    there. She wanted him too, and since he was already starting without her, she jumped in with a kiss.


    Greg got the hint and went all out. The air became hot and heavy, while moans and grunts filled the


    room. Abigail had no idea sex could feel so wonderfullyfortable. They went at it for a long time


    before they came to a stop. Greg was about to light a cigarette, but he put it on his ear in the end.


    Abigail smiled. "I thought you''re going to quit smoking."


    "It''s not easy to quit. I can distract myself with some exercise if you''re around, but things get lonely


    when you''re absent. All I have is nicotine forfort."


    Abigail shook her head in disapproval. "You and your stupid justifications."


    "It''s the truth." Greg smiled happily. He would have stayed there forever, but Abigail needed to eat. "It''s


    lunchtime. Let''s get something to eat."


    Abigail tried to move around, but she felt sore, and she frowned. Greg noticed that. He picked her up


    and took her into the bathroom.


    "You''ll feel better after a bath. It''s alreadyte anyway, so you might as well get some rest." He ced


    her in the bathtub and poured a little essential oil in the water. She felt a lot better thanks to that.


    "You have everything here. Did you do this a lot?" Abigail asked.


    He quickly answered, "No. I''ve never had any other woman here. I get tired a lot, so I wanted to reward


    myself. I bought these for myself."


    Abigail was amused seeing him so nervous. "I didn''t say anything yet."


    "And that''s why I''m scared. I''m not a two-timer."


    "I know." She leaned against the bathtub, looking a little exhausted. Greg thought he might have gone


    a bit too far just now, and he massaged her head gently.


    "You know how to massage?"


    "Yeah. I can do it for you every day."


    "Sure." Abigail did not refuse his offer.


    Greg was massaging her with the right amount of strength, and she felt reallyfortable. Eventually,


    she fell asleep.


    Greg was amused to see her asleep. He picked her up and put her down on the bed. He then got


    changed and left the office, but he was shocked the moment he saw his secretary''s face. "Whoa! What


    happened to you?" It hasn''t been that long, has it? Why does she look like she just went through a


    hurricane?


    The secretary felt a little sad that her boss forgot what he said, but she quickly answered, "I''m alright,


    sir. I won''t be putting any makeup on ever again. I don''t want you and Mrs. Buckley to take things the


    wrong way."


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    "Take what the wrong way?" Oh, right. That warning. Greg thought she was a smartdy for getting


    what he was trying to say, and he grinned. "Sorry for scaring you. I''ll double your pay."


    "Thank you, sir." The secretary was delighted. Good thing I learned how to see through people.


    Greg nodded. "Get me two lunchboxes from the Food Hall. And make sure the food''s light."


    "Yes, sir." The secretary nodded.


    Greg noticed something wrong. "Hold on. Where''s Benjamin?" Odd. He''s usually here. I''ve been


    wondering why thisdy reced him today, and on the day Abigail came too. Unforgivable.


    Benjamin? The secretary quickly answered, "He''s sick. He''s on medical leave, so I''m here to stand in


    for the day."


    "He''s sick?" Greg did not notice that as he had been working intensely thest few days. "How long


    has he been sick?"


    "Just today. He still came to work yesterday."


    "I see. Give me his address."


    Greg went to his office, but he stopped and asked, "What''s your name?"


    "Serena. Serena Buckley, sir."


    Greg squinted at her. "You''re a Buckley?"


    "I''m from a branch family on Mrs. Valerie''s side. Way far from the main family," she exined herself in


    a hurry. She would never be audacious enough to im that she was rted to Greg.


    Greg nodded. "I see. Keep up the good work."


    "Yes, sir." She saw him off, her back drenched with sweat again. That was terrifying. She had been


    here for two years, but it was the first time she ran into him. He was imposing, to say the least.


    Greg couldn''t care less what she thought of him. He came back and held Abigail in his arms as he went


    back to sleep. It''s so good holding her. I''d do this every night.


    Abigail did not sleep for too long. She woke up about half an hourter thanks to Greg pinning her


    down. She woke up to see his legs on her lower body and his arm around her shoulder. No wonder I


    felt someone holding me down. So it''s him. "Hands off," she said. She sounded hoarse and groggy, just


    like how Greg liked it.


    He grinned. "No. I''ve sent someone to get us lunch. It''ll be here in a moment. And after we have lunch,


    we can—"


    "Don''t even think about it. I''m tired." Sex was fun, but she would love it if they had it sparingly. She


    hated feeling sore all over.


    "Aw, but sweetheart…" Greg pleaded. He was even giving her the puppy-eye pout.


    God, he really knows how to plead. She felt herself wavering, but she quickly shook it aside. "You sure


    know how to y to your strengths." Sheughed. "But no. It''s been a while since I saw my kids, and I


    want to see them tonight."


    "You''re going home?" Greg''s eyes shone.


    She noticed his delight, and she smiled. "You got any problem with that?"


    "No, of course not. I''d love it if you can stay permanently. Why don''t we get married, Abbie?"


    "Sure. We''ll get registered tomorrow," she suddenly said, much to his surprise. It was a wee one,


    however.


    "Yay!" He held her up and spun around, happy as ark. Abigail felt herself getting dizzy from him


    spinning around.


    "Alright, Greg. You''re an adult now. Stop acting like a child." She smiled as well. It felt great that


    someone actually loved and cared about her.


    They made out for a while, and Abigail got changed. Serena came in with their lunch when they came


    out, and Abigail was shocked when she saw Serena''s face too. "What happened to you?"


    Oh. She''s talking about my face. Serena exined, "I''m allergic to something, I think, so I removed all


    my makeup. I''m alright. Enjoy your lunch."


    She''s lying. Abigail rolled her eyes at Greg. "Did you tell her to do this?" she asked.


    "I didn''t! All I said was ''Don''t you get any ideas about me'', and she removed her makeup!" Greg


    defended himself.


    Abigailughed. "Hey, girls love to look pretty, so cut her some ck. And where''s Benjamin? I don''t


    see him anywhere."


    "He''s sick." Greg was upset. She noticed Benjamin''s not around, but she still hasn''t noticed I got a lot


    thinner? He turned around and leaned in closer to Abigail.


    Him suddenly closing in shocked her. "What are you doing?"


    "Haven''t you noticed something?" Greg frowned. He looked like a puppy that got hurt.


    Abigail looked at him closely. His nose was aquiline, his eyes were sharp, and his lips were still sexy.


    Still perfectly handsome. "Well, your face is still fine. What''s wrong with you?"


    Greg felt hurt that she still failed to notice his change. "I lost weight! Haven''t you noticed? My face got


    thinner!" Greg sounded like he was going to cry.


    She looked even closer. Well, I guess his chin did get sharper, but not by much. "How much weight did


    you lose?"


    "About half a pound."


    Abigail felt like smacking him. How the heck am I supposed to notice you lost half a pound? You''re not


    even fat to begin with! She gnashed her teeth and grinned eerily. "Someone needs to get his *ss


    kicked, I see." She raised her feet and kicked him.


    He dodged, stillining, "You just don''t care about me. I''m skin and bones now, don''t you see?"


    "Hold it right there!"


    "As if! I''m not letting you hit me!"


    He opened the door and made a run for it, much to Serena''s shock. What''s going on?


    Abigail came out shortly after, and she growled, "You''d better run, Greg! Run and you''re not getting in


    my bed tonight!"


    Everyone in the office heard that, and they looked mortified to say the least. Wow, the madam can be


    fierce if she wants to be.