Not One, But Two!

Chapter 255

When Greg heard what Abigail said, he was taken aback. Oh my God, I have completely forgotten about my children.

She was able to tell what he was thinking by looking at his expression.

"How dare you say you dote on your daughter like that!"

He was rather embarrassed, but answered quickly, "Am I not with you? I don't even recall my own mother, let alone my wife or children."

"Get out!"

Abigail had never encountered someone as blatant as him, but for some reason, her heart was particularly whole.

He was definitely a jerk. Greg realized that his comments had not been in vain when he noticed that the corners of her mouth had slightly lifted in response to his. He then smiled and said, "You remain here and continue to play your game. I'll pick up the children."

"Ask Amy to take care of them at home once you have picked them up. We'll stay in the studio for the next two to three days. The tournament begins in two days and we'll go back after the match."

He was momentarily dumbfounded by her statement before he realized what she meant.

"Okay. It just so happens that special training is happening these two days. My only concern is that you are not accustomed to it."Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

"I'm fine with it. I've even slept under a bridge when life was tough abroad, not to mention lounges," Abigail said nonchalantly, but Greg felt bad.

During the five years in which he was absent from their lives, his wife and children endured an intolerable amount of hardship, and he felt uneasy whenever he heard about it.

"What do you want to eat? I'll get it for you when I come back."

"Anything will do."

She wasn't picky about what she ate. Recently, she was just a little bit tired.

Seeing that her complexion was off, Greg remarked, "You can lie down for a while. By the way, do you want to take part in the team's tournament?"

Should she express an interest in taking part, he would of course offer her a role. As long as she was content, he was willing to give up his role for her.

Surprisingly, she responded by shaking her head and saying, "I do not wish to participate. I'm only here to play for two or three days."

"In the beginning, aren't you..."

"I thought at first that you guys didn't have enough people and needed a player. Richelle is an experienced player, therefore you should let her play. To be honest, even if I am faster than her in terms of speed, I doubt I can beat her in terms of game technicalities and expertise. Competing with her was a way to release stress. Many team members have put in a lot of time and effort to prepare for this game. Don't jeopardize their prospects of winning a championship because of my fleeting ambition. I'm sure you don't want it as much as I do."

The things that Abigail said made him very pleased.

"Thank you, Abigail."

"What is the point of a couple saying thank you? Hurry up. The children will soon be finished with school."

Greg was pleased when she said "couple." At that very moment, he couldn't help but think about the registration of their marriage, so he asked quickly, "At first, you said that you would sign the paperwork to become legally married to me after the situation with Philip was resolved. What if he manages to escape from the prison?"

"Only if you find him can we talk about it." Abigail was messing with him on purpose, and sure enough, his face fell.

"No, but why should Philip be involved when we get married?"

"I'd love to…"

He backed away and closed the door before she could finish what she was saying.

The conversation brought a profound state of melancholy in him. Right now, all he wanted to do was head straight to the hospital and put Philip back in the detention center.

Greg, on the other hand, realized that this was not feasible.

Why is it so difficult to get married? He sighed and sped off in his car.

Abigail was feeling rather bored after being left alone in the lounge when she suddenly thought about Richelle. Even though she had found Richelle annoying at first, she liked the way Richelle acted after she lost.

When Abigail opened the lounge door, she saw everyone training hard with their heads down, as if they didn't know she was there. She couldn't help but be impressed by their enthusiasm.

If she had been 10 years younger, she would have done the same thing.

She went over to Richelle's training room. Richelle is performing a tedious hand speed exercise, and it appears that recent losses have affected her hard. Even though experiencing a setback before a significant game can help her regulate her emotions, if she allows herself to become overly preoccupied with it, it will not be healthy for her and it may have a psychological impact on her.

Abigail already had a plan in mind.

Richelle was taken aback when she realized the person standing next to her was Abigail. "Is there anything you need?"

"No, it is fine. I'm just bored, so I came here to play with you."

Richelle felt like hitting someone after hearing her words. This woman has just defeated me in a friendly match, and now she's back to embarrass me? Is she not worried that she will be able to intimidate me to the point where she will be unable to compete tomorrow?

"I have no time to play with you. Do what you should be doing. If not, you should go look for your husband," she yelled. She didn't realize Greg was gone until she said this. "Huh? Where is Mr. Buckley?"

"He went to pick up my daughter."

Richelle's demeanor didn't bother Abigail, who discovered that Richelle had a tendency to take a breather after defeating someone at a game.

Then, she could not refrain from asking, "Why did you stop after one kill?"

"To look for the next target," Richelle stated matter-of-factly.

"Isn't it instinctive to kill someone?" Abigail asked.

"What?" Richelle was stunned upon hearing this for the very first time.

Abigail looked at her and explained to her, word by word, "It is extremely difficult for your eyes and hands to be in sync with one another at the same time. There will be a gap even if your hand can follow what your eyes see. Your field of vision is not restricted to a single point. Therefore, there is no need to scrutinize every individual. You can save a lot of time by trusting your instincts and judgment. I've noticed that you have very quick hands. You will be a lot better than you are now if you are able to coordinate them with your intuition. If you can do that, you will be much better."

Richelle had never given this any thought before. By using the first impression to quickly pass the feel and judgment of continuous kills rather than the eyes, one's speed could easily be increased.

Her perception of Abigail had changed. "Let me try."

Richelle's greatest strength was her ability to detect and correct errors in a timely manner. This was something that Abigail found impressive.

Richelle was initially in a situation over which she had no control, but she never gave up.

Abigail said nothing, but she took out her phone and began chatting. She had no idea what Addison had been up to lately and should start making plans as soon as Philip started taking action. 'What are you up to?'

When Addison got the message from Abigail on WhatsApp, he was completely shocked. She hadn't contacted him since he was out of the hospital. The thought of her and Greg together made him

uncomfortable. As a result, Addison had been keeping himself busy to stop these thoughts. He didn't expect her to contact him, though.

'I'm not too busy, Miss Abigail; do you need anything?'

'Yeah. Send some people to City Hospital and have them keep an eye on Philip in room 504. Please notify me as soon as he takes any action. However, try not to draw attention to yourself. You only need to follow him. I want to know what he plans to do.'

As Abigail explained, he could not help but feel disheartened. She hardly ever spoke to him except to assign him work nowadays. Could their relationship only be that of a superior and a subordinate?

He was somewhat reluctant. 'Miss Abigail, I miss you.'

Even though his palms were beginning to sweat, Addison summoned the courage to send the message, but he quickly deleted it. Unfortunately, the bored Abigail had already noticed the message.

She was taken aback for a few seconds before realizing the message had been deleted. Then, she remembered Addison's flushed and embarrassed expression.

She couldn't help but laugh.

She had been so preoccupied these days that she had forgotten about him. It appeared as though this foolish boy was concerned that she would no longer remember him now that she had a lover.

She was well aware of the sensitivity of orphans, having been one herself. 'I miss you too,' she quickly replied.

Addison was immediately thrilled by this text. Miss Abigail missed him? Could that be what he thought it meant?

Before he could rejoice, Abigail sent him another message. 'You will always be my cherished younger brother. You'll always be a part of my family, no matter who is with me.'

Then, his excitement faded.

Family? Was he just a family member in Miss Abigail's eyes?

The taste of bitterness lingered in his mouth and he felt the urge to cry. Did he break up with someone? Neither has he confessed nor has he fallen in love.

Addison sniffed and awkwardly placed his phone down, but when he thought that Abigail might still be waiting for his reply, he took out his phone and texted a single word.

"Oh."

He felt his tone was a little perfunctory after sending it. Will she overthink?

He quickly suppressed his sadness and sent another text. 'I will always protect you, Miss Abigail.'

Abigail's heart warmed as she read his text. This child's upbringing is not in vain. 'Be cautious when you go on a mission.'

'I will.'

As soon as she put her phone down, she saw that Richelle had progressed significantly. Richelle really seemed like a diamond in the rough.

"Not bad, you are learning fast."

"Mrs. Buckley, you've taught me well."

At this time, Richelle also noticed that her hand speed had increased steadily, so she called Abigail Mrs. Buckley right away, which made Abigail feel a little funny. "Our ages aren't that far apart. You may address me as Miss Abigail."

"Is that allowed? Mr. Buckley won't hit me?" Richelle was about to finish her question when she suddenly remembered how well Greg and Abigail got along not long ago, which made her smile.

"Okay, from now on, you'll be my boss. I'll do anything you want. I have no regrets if I do not participate in this tournament."

"Why don't you participate? I'm not going to compete."

Richelle was caught off guard for a moment by Abigail's words. "Didn't you come to compete with me for a spot in the tournament?"

"Do I have nothing to do? I just came over to play for two days."

Richelle was rendered speechless by Abigail's words. "It's too bad you don't compete with hand speed like that."

"I have another job; I'm a doctor."

Richelle was shocked by what she said. A doctor, in her opinion, is always gentle and generous, but these three words are inappropriate for Mrs. Buckley, but that profession is extremely difficult and sacred, so I believe she won't need to compete in this competition.

When it was determined that they were not competitors, Richelle was relieved. "Do you want to hear embarrassing stories from Greg's childhood?" she asked with a smile.