Chapter 773 A Call From Stephen (Part Two)

"Greg," Cassie called out.

Surprised, Greg stopped and gave her a thoughtful look, 'What brings her here?' he wondered.

Without hesitation, Cassie walked up to Greg, who looked spent. "Are you tired?" she asked tenderly.

Cassie really loved Greg. Seeing how tired he was, her instincts wanted to take good care of him, nourish and offer him comfort.

But the coldness in Greg's very first question told her she'd need to be cautious. "Anything important?" he asked without any hint of kindness, making it sound as if her very presence offended him.

"I have something to tell you. It is noisy here, follow me to somewhere quiet," Cassie broached her subject with care. And then she took Greg's arms and pulled him to the the foot of the stairs.

There was nobody at the foot of the stairs. Cassie got closer to Greg inch by inch, until she was close enough for a comfortable kiss. Indeed, she badly wanted to kiss him.

But Greg knew that standing so close to her would only fan her crazy fantasies.

So instead, he pulled her away. "What the hell are you doing?" he glowered. "If there's nothing important, I shall leave," he added firmly.

And then he was ready to leave, but Cassie stopped him.

She stepped in front of him, blocking his way with ease.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem with the two of us standing together?" asked Cassie. And then she added, "Greg, you may need to rethink your obsession with that girl you call a wife. You seem to regard her as a person you can love and trust with all your heart, but I don't think she loves you back as much."

"What has happened between Violet and me has nothing to do with you. Go away from me," said Greg, trying to push his way out.

As if she had been triggered, Cassie suddenly took out her cellphone and quickly shoved it in Greg's face, disp

Jean Wen sacrificed herself for family interests. Before her husband divorced her, she made every effort to please him.

"You are inexperienced in bed," he said coldly.

"You! Give that land to my family, or I won't agree to divorce," Jean replied furiously.

"Fine. It is exactly what I am thinking about," he sneered.

et. Do you have any doubts about that?"

A sharp pain started to throb in Greg head, his strength was ebbing away until he began to fear that he'd drop dead, if this went on. A moment ago, he had walked out of the observation nursing unit with a great sense of fulfillment at the successful surgery he had just performed. But now it pained him that his wife was going around on date with another man, while he was busy chasing money, thinking that would add a spark to his marriage.

"Where are they now? Which hotel are they in?" Grasping Cassie arms tightly, urgently, Greg asked, raging anger visible in his now almost teary eyes and uncontrollable trembling of hands.

"I forget which hotel it was, I just saw them entering a hotel, and I came to find you immediately. But you were busy in the observation nursing unit. I couldn't go in, so I just waited for you outside," said Cassie, pretending that she was upset. She wanted to make Greg believe what she said. If Greg believed her, then her plan would pan out perfectly.

"No, that's impossible," said Greg, shaking his head. Unwilling to believe Cassie, he looked aside and murmured, "Violet wouldn't hurt me, she wouldn't." His desperation was palpable.