Not One, But Two!

Chapter 229

Greg had already drafted up an essay of compliments and sweet nothings to Abigail, but who'd have thought the call was declined seconds after it tried to connect.

Declined?! He checked the phone with incredulity and suspected it was broken. With that, he made another attempt, unwilling to resign. It wasn't declined this time, though; it just wasn't answered.

What the heck? He furrowed his brows glumly when he heard the emotionless voicemail greeting. Third time's the charm, right? Unfortunately, it went straight to 'the number you have dialed is not in service' this time, and Greg looked toward his assistant with a gaze laced with frost. Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Benjamin thought he was treading on thin ice, and he suggested gingerly, "Mr. Buckley, do you suppose Ma'am is ghosting you?"

Greg froze for a split second, upset by the notion.

"Why would she ghost me for no reason?"

"How is it 'no reason'? First, you didn't answer 23 of her calls, then you came back with a body full of injuries, and you wouldn't tell her about it, shutting her out. From what I can tell, Ma'am's vindictive, so I wouldn't be surprised if she decided to ghost you."

The longer Benjamin spoke, the harder he thought he couldn't bear Greg's icy gaze. He really wanted to give himself a tight slap.

F*ck me and my big mouth.

But the idea had clearly sunk in with Greg as he ordered coldly, "Give me your phone."

Benjamin hurriedly obliged.

When Greg called Abigail using Benjamin's phone, she answered right after one beep and even spoke up immediately.

"Greg won't need anything but rest to recover. I'm in the middle of something; don't call me in the next few days unless it's important."

With that, Abigail hung up, not giving the caller a chance to speak at all.

Benjamin instantly sensed that the atmosphere had dropped to sub-zero, and he couldn't help gulping in fear. "Mr. Buckley…"

"F*ck off!"

It was now that Greg genuinely sensed Abigail's despise for him.

Earlier, he assumed Abigail was resting, spent from the surgery, so he thought to call and coax her when she had probably awoken, hoping to salvage his love life. But who'd have thought Abigail ghosted him before he could salvage anything.

Most importantly, she could talk to Benjamin but was unwilling to utter even a word to him. He had genuinely pissed her off this time. What now?

Benjamin couldn't help feeling distressed when he watched as Greg clenched his phone, wanting to crush it to bits.

"What are you still here for? Didn't I tell you to f*ck off?!"

Greg was in the middle of sulking, and yet his obtuse assistant was still standing here, acting as a constant reminder that Abigail didn't want to see him.

I'm now even more inferior than my own assistant! How maddening, how depressing, how infuriating, how… how…

Greg actually couldn't find any more words to describe his current mood.

Benjamin, on the other hand, reminded his superior with reluctance. "The phone, Mr. Buckley. My phone's in your hand."

"I've given you fifty-plus million. Do you think you can't even buy one phone with it? It's mine now!"

Benjamin was rendered dumbfounded.

"Can I at least have the SIM card?" He hoped for the next best thing. However, Greg snapped right at him. "What, fifty million can't get you a SIM card?! It's mine as well!"

Okay, sure, you're the boss. Poor Benjamin was instantly dejected. He decided to yield before power but still wanted to fight for it one last time.

"How about this, Mr. Buckley? I'll give you back the fifty million, and you give me back my phone."

Greg glared daggers at him in response, frightening Benjamin so much that he scurried away. "Y-Y-You can have it. It's yours now."

Benjamin slammed the door shut behind him, and silence filled the room in seconds.

Greg opened Benjamin's WhatsApp, searched for Abigail's number, and sent her 'Benjamin'.

Abigail was somewhat irritated when she heard the ping on her phone, as she hated being interrupted when she was thinking about a medical record.

Who knew which nincompoop had a death wish and interrupted her at this time?

Seeing it was Benjamin, she sent a voice message. "Wallis, I'm warning you. I'm super busy right now. You better not disturb me, or I'll wallop you regardless of who's assistant you are."

Just then, Addison came in as she finished speaking but hadn't released the microphone button. "Hurry up, Miss Abigail! I can't hold it anymore! Help me out!"

He was holding a hot bowl of who-knew-what, but it did smell good, and it whet her appetite.

With that, she chucked her phone away and grabbed a hand towel to take the bowl from him.

It turned out to be tortellini soup.

"Where did you get this?"

"I made it down in the kitchen. Try it; see if it's how you usually like it." Addison looked at her with joy and anticipation.

Abigail hadn't felt hungry until she saw this bowl of mouth-watering tortellini soup.

"I'm sure it is if you made it."

Abigail picked up a spoonful as she spoke, then gave it a blow before eating it.

"How is it?" Addison couldn't wait to hear what she had to say.

He still remembered the first time he made Abigail tortellini soup. She looked so happy that it was as though spring had arrived, and never in a million years could he forget how content she looked. Deep down, he wished he could make her that happy forever.

"It's good!"

Abigail didn't know what was running through Addison's mind, eating one tortellini after another. Likewise, she didn't know Greg was now frothing at the mouth.

Busy? Busy being with another b*stard is she?! No wonder she wouldn't answer my calls! No wonder she answered Benjamin starkly! And what the f*ck did that son of a b*tch say? He can't hold it anymore?! What the f*ck is he doing?!

Instantly, Greg thought askew when the guy sounded a little out of breath. He was so inflamed that he thought his chest was going to explode.

D*mn you, Abigail Kain. Hadn't I only gone and got myself injured? Hadn't I not told you about it because I was afraid you'd worry? Hadn't I only made you anxious?! Do you have to cheat on me?!

Greg turned beyond livid the more he thought about it.

Abigail had said it before: if he ever got himself injured, she would take their girls with her and marry another man, have their girls call the man 'Daddy', and also love him wholeheartedly.

He had always thought she was only joking, but who'd have thought she actually dared do so?!

Outraged by the thought of his other half marrying someone else, Greg thundered at the top of his lungs, "Benjamin!"

"Yes, Mr. Buckley?" Benjamin came right in after a jolt only to find his boss lifting the covers to get out of bed, so livid that his face blanched.

"Mr. Buckley, Ma'am said you have to stay in bed."

"F*ck that sh*t! If I stay any longer in bed, my wife will be someone else's, and my daughters will call the guy 'Daddy'!"

Greg's bewildering rant baffled Benjamin. However, there was nothing he could do to stop the rampaging man but only advise him. "Mr. Buckley, you can't expose your shoulder wound, or you'll catch a fever. It'll be troublesome if your condition worsens."

"What did you say?" Greg stopped abruptly, and Benjamin, who wasn't paying attention, bumped right into his back. The collision affected Greg's wound, causing him to grimace in pain.

"Do you not use your eyes when you walk?!"

"I do. The room's too dark; I didn't realize," Benjamin joked in a way only he found funny before watching Greg walk grumpily to the sliding glass doors and open them.

The wind blew right in, causing Benjamin to shudder involuntarily.

"You'll catch a cold if you open the door this wide, Mr. Buckley!" warned Benjamin as he approached Greg, only for him to command, "Stand right there!"

His gaze was so scary that it petrified Benjamin.

Seeing that the guy was now behaving, Greg chucked the phone to Benjamin, commanding, "Call Abigail. Tell her I have a fever, and she has to come over."

"I'm sorry, what?!" Greg's immature actions left Benjamin dumbfounded, but with a raging Greg in front of him, he still did as told. The next second, he saw Greg removing the gauze, letting the cold wind blow directly at his wound.

Benjamin's eyes widened with horror in an instant.

Is Mr. Buckley salvaging his love life by sacrificing his body? What am I going to do if Ma'am blames me for not taking good care of him?

With that, he sneakily recorded a clip with his phone and saved it for a just-in-case.

Alas, what have I done to deserve this sh*t?

"Why hasn't she picked up?" Greg couldn't help feeling anxious as he listened to the busy tone.

What the hell is keeping Abigail? How dare she not answer the phone! She can't possibly be helping that b*stard with that?!

At that, fury surged within him, and he had a feeling he was really cuckolded.

Just then, the call finally connected.

Cold sweat had already gathered on Benjamin's back at this point, and he instantly heaved a sigh of relief the moment the call connected.

Thank heavens, Ma'am finally answered.

However, the voice that came the next second wasn't from the person they were expecting.

"Who is this?" Addison's crisp voice caused Benjamin to end the call in horror, thinking he had dialed the wrong number. Greg, on the other hand, turned grim instantly.

Abigail rarely let anyone handle her phone.

Earlier, this b*stard said he couldn't hold it anymore, panting at that, and now, he's even answering Abigail's calls for her?! What blasphemy! Greg strode out with a grim face.

"Find Abigail; I want her exact location!" he growled through gnashed teeth. Greg's tone got Benjamin thinking he was Satan reincarnated.

Worried for his dear life, Benjamin hurriedly opened his WhatsApp to search for Abigail's whereabouts. He managed to find it in no time, but it said City Hospital for some reason.

What is Ma'am doing in the hospital? Has she taken on another surgery?

Though baffled, he dared not delay and hurriedly chased after his boss.

Greg had already driven the sports car out, his face so grim that he looked like he was out to annihilate the world.

"Why don't I drive, Mr. Buckley?" Benjamin hopped into the car in two shakes.

"Stay in your f*cking seat," Greg snapped. "The address."

"City Hospital."

The next second, the car flew out of the mansion, and Benjamin hurriedly grabbed the handle and fastened his seatbelt in fright.

Meanwhile, the mystery man's crisp voice reverberated in Greg's mind. He wanted to see for himself which audacious low life was so done with life that he dared touch his woman!