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Chapter 148

Greg's words surprised Abigail.

Her every action came to a halt, and her jealousy-filled eyes froze, leading his heart to turn into mush upon seeing

so.

Just as the pursuers wanted to go up to the woman and cripple her hand when they saw her tug at Greg's collar, his

smiling face stumped them.

They rarely saw their kingpin ever pull a smile, and when he did, it was more horrifying than his straight face. He

looked beyond evil, but it was his means that would leave people trembling in fear.

When had any of them ever seen him smile so affectionately before?!

"Who's that woman?" One of the pursuers couldn't help asking the comrade beside him, who shot him a glare and

said, "Shut up. Are you not afraid Mr. Buckley will skin you alive if you interrupt his date?"

With that, the pursuer who spoke up hurriedly kept quiet.

Even the bloody man shut his mouth automatically, not daring to make even a sound.

He swore he must've been asking for death when he stopped Mr. Buckley's car and asked for help.

Only an idiot who roamed these areas wouldn't know Mr. Buckley owned the entire red-light district.

Abigail, on the other hand, wasn't really bothered by these people or their issues. After a slight stump, a hint of

gloat rose within her, and her initial discomfort had strangely been eased.

Then, she threatened him with a menacing look, "You'll be sorry if I find out you've lied to me."

"Would I dare when my wife's the baddest? Now, my sweetheart, are you willing to get out of the car?"

Abigail couldn't help feeling embarrassed with how Greg glowed praises of her, especially when she knew people

were looking at them. For the first time, she felt self-conscious.

"Um, are those guys your men?"

"Yeah." Greg chose not to deny it.

He was elated and amused to find this side of Abigail.

Who would have thought that the fearless Abigail Kain would get bashful and self-conscious?

"Tell them to leave first."

Abigail knew she was being unreasonable.

But she wanted to be unreasonable now. What were they going to do about it?

Her man was the emperor here!

Abigail's thoughts were written all over her face, but Greg couldn't be more delighted.

"Leave us."

Greg was an affectionate young man when his eyes were on Abigail, but as soon as he looked away, his cold gaze

would remind people he was the devil.

His subordinates couldn't help gulping. What major differential treatment!

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However, no one dared stay to brace Greg's death stare, and they scurried away in two shakes as they dragged the

bloody man with them.

Finally, Abigail heaved a sigh of relief.

"So, can you let go of me now? You'll eventually strangle me to death if you don't let go."

Greg couldn't help wanting to chuckle as he fixed his gaze on the young woman in front of him.

Only then did Abigail realize she was still tugging on his collar. Now, with Greg's tease, she felt mortified.

"What? I like treating you like this. You have a problem with it? If you do, then you can find—mmph…"

Before she could finish her words, Greg allowed the force of her tug to bring him forward, and instantly, Abigail

dropped to the front passenger seat while Greg's lips long stopped her from saying another word.

This man unscrupulously kissed her as though he was eating ambrosia, wildly passionate, tyrannically seizing.

Instantly, Abigail went limp in his arms.

By the time she came back to her senses, she was already in a private room. How did Greg carry her out of the car

and into a club? She hadn't a clue.

She wasn't sure if the soundproofing here was superb or if there was another reason, but she couldn't hear any

noises at all.

Right then, Greg was pinning her against the door, his passionate kisses landing on her like raindrops.

Though gasping for air, she also knew what would happen next.

"Greg, wait," Abigail gasped.

Greg was already turned on at that point, wanting to let his carnal instincts take over, but Abigail's struggle got him

to pull himself together.

"What is it?"

The raging storm and endurance beneath his eyes made her fearful, but she still whispered apologetically, "It's not

my safe day today."

"So?" Greg wasn't sure what she was trying to say.

Abigail chewed on her lip at that, then said, "I don't want to get pregnant just yet."

Instantly, he was stumped, and his body stiffened.

He had never considered this issue.

In his mind, loving a woman and even making love with her was something that came naturally. What was more, he

had already decided that Abigail was the one, and she would be the only one he married. If she got pregnant, they

would just raise the child, no big deal. Besides, he was never there for Allie and Aria's birth, so it wasn't a bad thing

to have another little one.

But only now did Greg realize it was all just his assumption, and his gaze at Abigail became unfathomable.

"You've been taking pills in the past?"

For some reason, he felt as though someone had stabbed his heart.

Abigail instantly sensed the change in his mood, and the sweet happiness had sunken somewhat.

"Yeah, but I didn't bring them today."

Instantly, he had the urge to punch this woman.

"Are you crazy? Abigail Kain, do you so desperately not want to bear my child?"

However, he regretted it right after yelling.

How could Abigail not want to?

Weren't Allie and Aria proof?

She could even give birth to their girls when she didn't even know who their father was. How could she not want to

bear his child now?

At that, Greg slapped his face hard. "I'm a f*cking d*ckhead! I'm sorry, Abby. I…"

Abigail got genuinely pissed just now.

His doubt had nearly severed their love for good.

She couldn't believe he didn't trust her!

But before she could even fly into a rage, Greg had already slapped himself hard in the face, rendering her

stumped.

Following that, his regret-filled apology soothed her ignited anger.

F*ck! Everything sure has its vanquisher. Abigail mocked herself, but she still said coldly to Greg, "Give somebody a

slap, then offer them candy, huh?"

"No. I said what I shouldn't have. Anyhow, I was wrong. If you don't want to get pregnant, I'll just wear a condom.

Don't take those pills anymore. They do great harm to a woman's body. I can't let you suffer for my pleasure."

With that, he let go of Abigail with exasperation and fished his pack of cigarettes out from his right pocket.

Just as he wanted to light one up, planning on using nicotine to suppress his exasperation, Abigail suddenly grabbed

his arm.

It was at this moment that he remembered Abigail didn't like the smell of cigarettes.

"Alright, I won't smoke."

He handed the cigarette to her.

Her anger had long been put out with that slap.

This man was harsh to himself as well. One slap and the handprint could be visibly seen on his face, which even got

a little swollen. Besides, he had also let her know that he was thinking of her, upset that she took contraceptives

and didn't care for her own body.

If she were a man, and she found out the beloved woman she had just made love to wanted to take morning-after

pills after, perhaps she would also think that woman didn't want to conceive their child.

Having the revelation, Abigail mumbled, "I didn't take the pills because I don't want to bear your child, nor do I not

want to become a mother, but I can't be one at the moment."

Greg narrowed his eyes in response. "What do you mean? Tell me exactly what you mean by 'you can't be one at

the moment'."

A warm sensation filled Abigail when she saw the worry in his eyes.

But how should she tell him?

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Was she supposed to tell him a crime syndicate kidnapped her when she was fleeing Harrion? That she was

chucked into the ocean like a corpse and nearly died with their twins still in her belly? Or say that the cold seawater

had done serious damage to her body?

Even if she was the best surgeon in the world, she couldn't do anything about her body either? That she would very

likely die if she got pregnant again?

She had just met a man who loved her sincerely!

How was she supposed to tell him all that?

"Say something! What do you mean by 'you can't be a mother at the moment'?"

Greg wasn't letting her leave things at that. But she knew he wasn't despising her for not being able to conceive

another child. Instead, he was worried about her health.

That's it!

What more did she want when she already had this man?

At that, she mumbled, "My body got damaged pretty badly when I gave birth to our girls. I'll have to nurse for a

while. It's not a good idea for me to get pregnant in these next few years."

It might have been an excuse, but it was also the truth.

A hint of self-reproach and pain flashed in Greg's eyes upon hearing her explanation.

"You've suffered, Abbie."

Those words were five years late, but right then, it got her suddenly feeling aggrieved.

Perhaps women were all like this. No matter how strong one looked on the outside, as soon as they were facing

their beloved man, his one word, one sentence, could trigger all their pent-up grievances. They would want to show

it all to him, to be unreasonable, and to…

At that, Abigail stood on her toes and kissed Greg.

However, he stopped her immediately. "Hold up, let me get someone to bring something over."

He made a call, and a male server came in with a box of Durex very quickly, causing Abigail's face to glow red hot

in an instant.

This man, how could he?!

But before she could say anything, Greg picked her up and placed her gently onto the bed.

Compared to his initial savage, his actions now were much gentler, and he kissed Abigail gingerly like he was afraid

that she would break any time.

His cherish and distress made her eyes misty, and it had been years since she cried without constraint.

She hugged him. Her warm tears fell on his shoulder and wet his shirt, dripping into his heart.

"Please don't cry. My absence in your past got you shouldering too much. It's my fault for showing up late. In the

future, I'll do everything I can to let you live however you want. I, Greg Buckley, hereby swear that whoever hurts

you, Abigail Kain, will be sentenced to inevitable death."

Greg's voice wasn't loud, but his every word traveled to Abigail's ears and into her heart, causing the ripples to form

into massive waves, engulfing her in his overbearing tenderness.