Not One, But Two!

Chapter 253

How could I forget to kick this woman out?

When Abigail noticed Greg's face changing, she subconsciously looked back. He was a second too late to stop her.

The beautiful woman obviously saw him as well and ran over in a flash. "Are you here, Greg? Are you training with us today?"

At this point, he really wanted to kick that woman into the Pacific Ocean. As this was happening, he could feel Abigail's cold gaze on her, and he couldn't help but say, "Sweetheart, listen."

"Who is she?"

Instead of Abigail, the woman outside was the first to question him, and her tone sounded like she was a little offended, making it seem as though she was someone to Greg.

This made Abigail very uncomfortable.

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Was Greg having an affair outside?

Then, she smiled coldly as she looked at him and asked calmly, "That's right, Mr. Buckley. Who am I?"

All this made him feel like his brain had stopped working. He couldn't help but glare at the woman and roar, "Go inside!"

"How dare you, Mr. Buckley! How can you scold me for this woman? Who is she? If you don't make yourself clear, I'll leave the team! Let's see how you guys will fare in the game in two days!" The woman was trying to play hard to get.

The captain couldn't help but panic when he heard the woman's words. "Richelle, you can't leave. What will happen to our game in two days if you leave?"

The captain turned to Greg expectantly, hoping that Greg could convince her not to leave.

Abigail, who had been listening, saw everything clearly now. She felt that she had rushed down here for nothing. With or without her, it turned out that the team would be the same.

This made her a little depressed.

"Since she is your star player, you should take care of her."

After saying that, she turned around and left.

Greg quickly grabbed her by the wrist. Who was he kidding? If he let his wife walk away today, he would be a divorcee.

"Let me go." Abigail's face was cold, and her tone was also naturally chilly.

When he saw that she was outraged, he quickly explained, "It's not what you think it is."

"I said, let me go."

She was burning with rage.

She had prioritized and placed importance on his matters, but she did not expect that she would be dispensable here. If that was the case, why did he let his team members come to her for help? Wasn't it humiliating?

Abigail admitted that her skills may not be up to par with the professions, but since she had agreed to it, she decided to go all out. However, she did not expect herself to be an option.

Worst yet, Greg never explained his relationship with that woman from the very beginning! Although she liked him, she would not allow herself to be wronged. If the man she liked had feelings for someone else, she wouldn't hold it against him.

However, his head was clouded at this moment. When he saw how angry Abigail was, he could only say, "I'm not going to let you go! Not until I am dead!"

"In that case, go ahead and die."

She was already on edge; if he had explained his relationship with Richelle, Abigail would have been fine. However, the current Greg was beating around the bush, and this angered her to the point that she threw a punch at him.

He could have easily avoided the punch, but in order to let his wife vent her anger, he allowed himself to take the punch from her.

The strength of her punch wasn't light, and he instantly stumbled a few steps back and coughed.

When Richelle saw Abigail punch Greg, she was riled up as well. "You b*tch! How can you punch someone like that?"

As she said this, she ran toward Greg.

To be frank, Abigail was also a little distressed. After all, she did land a punch on him, and she felt guilty about it. However, after being questioned by Richelle, Abigail's distress was replaced with anger.

Since there was already someone who pitied him, why should she care? With that, she turned around and left.

At this time, Richelle had already run up to Greg and asked in distress, "Mr. Buckley, are you okay? Do you need me to call an ambulance for you?"

"Get off! Can't you see that my wife is angry? Why are you everywhere?"

Greg was overcome with fury.

Immediately, he pushed her away and chased after Abigail.

This stunned Richelle as she muttered to herself, "Wife? Is she Greg's wife?"

The captain was a little speechless and he did not know what to say.

Greg watched as Abigail entered the car and immediately started the engine. Without a care in mind, he rushed up to her.

As soon as she stepped on the accelerator, she saw him rush over, which scared her to death as she hurriedly slammed the brakes. This made her whole body stagger forward before anger seethed through her. "Do you want to die, Greg?"

She was really shaken up by this. If she did not manage to step on the brakes on time, this idiot of a man would have died! Was he trying to make her die of guilt?

Abigail didn't know whether she was angry or frightened that both her hands were shaking.

As for Greg, he did not think much about it. He was just relieved that she had stopped the car. He continued to block her way as he exclaimed pitifully, "Let me explain."

"Explain, my foot! If you want to die, get away from me. I don't want to be involved in a lawsuit."

The more pitiful Greg was, the angrier Abigail was. She wasn't even sure if she was more furious at him or herself.

Richelle had finally returned to her senses after finding out that Abigail was Greg's wife, only to hear her scolding him without any regard.

At that, Richelle couldn't help as her anger rose again. "Hey, Mrs. Buckley! I'm warning you—although you are his wife, you can't treat my idol like this!"

Hearing this, Abigail narrowed her eyes, and the murderous aura around her immediately frightened Richelle. She felt her knees turn weak before Abigail even approached her.

"Y-You—"

"Shut up!"

Greg felt that his head was about to explode. He had really forgotten about Richelle. At this time, although he was secretly delighted that Abigail cared about him enough to get jealous, anger still welled up inside his chest. In fact, he was afraid that it might swallow him up.

Without caring if Abigail was paying attention or not, he quickly explained, "She is the daughter of my mother's housekeeper, and she grew up with me since we were young. She went abroad to study two years ago and recently returned for more than a month. At that time, the team lacked players. Since she played very well, I brought her into the team."

He continued, "I originally planned to bring you in, but weren't you occupied with detoxifying Teal back then? I was afraid that it might be too late by the time you were done, so I called her in to be a substitute instead. I forgot to tell you about this. Besides, I've been quite busy, so I haven't been coming here as often. I totally forgot about her. We are like siblings, and nothing is going on between us."

Abigail was taken aback by this for a moment before she reacted. "Isn't your mother's housekeeper single?"

"That doesn't stop her from having a child."

Richelle quietly listened when she came back to her senses. Abigail, on the other hand, felt a little suffocated.

He was right. She wasn't married either, yet she had two children.

Were Greg's words indeed true?

When he noticed her suspicious glance still on him, he quickly pulled Richelle over. "Tell me, what is the relationship between us?"

Richelle was a little annoyed that she had been frightened by Abigail's gaze. Just as Richelle was about to sprout out some nonsense, she heard Greg take out his phone and threatened, "Think before you speak. I'll call your boyfriend if you dare to frame me. By then, we'd both be singletons."

As soon as he said that, she immediately became anxious.

"Mr. Buckley, how can you do this?! I'm a girl. If I miss my chance here, I might have another spot elsewhere. If you dare to ruin my relationship with my boyfriend, I won't play for your team."

As soon as she said this, Abigail knew that she had misunderstood. Although it was a misunderstanding, expecting her to apologize was like waiting for pigs to fly—it would never happen.

As a man, shouldn't it be his duty to tell his wife about a woman that was hanging around him?

Hence, it was still Greg's fault at the end of the day. The tension in the air finally dissipated and he finally let out a sigh of relief. Oh my, my wife is terrifying when she's jealous. I should be more careful to not push her to this extent in the future.

When Richelle saw the evident relief on Greg's face, she asked, "Did you hear me?"

"Idiot!" He shoved her away, turned to Abigail, and said, "Sweetheart, you're cutting off your nose to spite your face. Can you not get this angry in the future? You scare me."

"You're scared, huh? I thought you were pretty bold."

Although her tone was still cold, it was much warmer than earlier. Even though there was nothing between Richelle and Greg, the way that she was so enthusiastic about him made Abigail feel uncomfortable. "Are you a good gamer?"

"Of course!"

Richelle might not be good in other aspects, but it was definitely her forte when it came to games.

"Let's play a match, then?"

Although Abigail's tone was light, it still frightened Greg.

"Sweetheart, if you want to play, let me accompany you."

"Go away! I don't want to see your face right now." The lingering anger in her hadn't faded yet.

Richelle frowned slightly again. "Woman, even if you are Mr. Buckley's wife, you should know better than to speak to him like that. Do you know who our Mr. Buckley is?"

Hearing this made Abigail slightly unhappy. Her man was now identified as someone else's man, and she couldn't help but shoot a glance at Greg.

"Are you talking about his family?"

"Our family! Ours!"

Greg quickly kicked Richelle. He did not lighten the blow and the kick hurt her.

"What's wrong?"

"Who are you related to? Shut up if you don't know how to talk!"

This was what grievance felt like. It was as if she was invited here to be abused by the couple. "Mr. Buckley, you—"

"Well, are you up for the challenge? Say it right now. If you're a woman, stop dilly-dallying."

Abigail's patience was running thin.

However, this sentence was a little too much for Richelle. "What are you insinuating here? Let's play, then! Let me be upfront, though—don't cry if you lose, and don't get Greg to help you get your revenge. Otherwise, I won't play with you even if you kill me."

"Deal!"

Abigail immediately opened the car door and got out. However, this made Greg nervous.

"Sweetheart, you don't have to fight her."

"Is she good?"

Her faint words left him speechless.

How should he say this? If he told her that Richelle had always been the number 1 solo player, would it scare Abigail?