“That’s fine,” Diarmuid replied. “I’ll make the arrangements.
Abigail said nothing else since Diarmuid had put it that way. “If that’s what you think.”
With that, Diarmuid makes arrangements for attending James’s wedding.
Zachary asked, “Has he fully recovered? Is it really the time to get married now?”
“He’s more or less recovered,” Abigail replied. “And it doesn’t affect the wedding anyway. What, can’t you stand James being happy?”
Zachary pouted-he certainly could not stand it and was definitely a little jealous.
Neither he nor Stan had girlfriends, and his love life was especially a mess while James actually had something.
“He’s the lucky one,” Zachary admitted.
Zachary was a little emotional.
He never expected that James would find his happiness after Diarmuid and Abigail—especially when James constantly worked so hard.
And yet, James beat him in getting married.
Sighing again, he said, “Well, I guess I should send him something memorable.”
“At least you have a conscience,” Abigail told him.
Zachary was left speechless-when did he become that horrible?
“Am I that evil in your eyes?” he asked.
“You’re not,” Abigail replied. “You’re just not that nice either.”
Zachary shot her a look.. “You’re really getting cheeky after hooking up with Diarmuid, huh?”
Abigail promptly waved him off. “Pretend I said nothing.”
Zachary snorted. “Save it. Make it up to me and have your son take self-defense lessons to be my daughter’s bodyguard later.”
Abigail was left speechless.
Her son was precious too, please!
A bodyguard?!
“No way,” Abigail snapped, refusing to let her son do it-how far would he get in life with that career?
Nearby, Eagle was left speechless and blinking innocently.
Was being a bodyguard that unglamorous?
Fine, it was the service industry and not at all ideal…
Abigail headed inside the castle to find Diarmuid standing by a window and speaking over the phone.
She did not know who it was, but he hung up when she arrived.
“Who is it? Why did you hang up once I’m here?” she asked casually.
Diarmuid looked up at her, and she walked up to wrap her hands around his arm, smiling. “What, did I say something wrong?”
“When did you get so jealous?” Diarmuid asked, pinching her cheek.
Abigail tilted her head and kept thinking until she said seriously, “After I fell in love with you?”
Diarmuid chuckled.
Everyone liked to be loved, and he was no exception.
Sitting down on the couch, he said, “It was James. I was just asking if he needed help with anything.”
They would need a lot of preparations for James’s wedding, after all.
“What did he say?” Abigail asked.
“Mick already helped out,” Diarmuid said flatly.
Abigail thought about it, but decided that there was no issue there-Mick only had a daughter in Erin. Even if she was not his biological daughter, she might as well be since he raised her to adulthood, not to mention that she had been a good child to him.
Leaning on Diarmuid’s shoulder, Abigail asked, “I thought you’re making preparations before heading over.”
Diarmuid said, “Pierre already told the servants to pack up.”
Abigail was left in awe of the perks being rich-people really would get everything done for you.
Tommy was beside himself with joy to hear that their parents were bringing him too, and he ran up to Abigail happily. “Grandma told me that we are all going to Mr. Cross’s wedding. Is that true?”
“Yeah!” Abigail smiled.
Tommy threw himself into her arms, happily nuzzling against her while Abigail patted his head. “Are you really that happy?”
“Yes. I get to travel with Mommy and Daddy!” he exclaimed excitedly. “I’ll go pack my clothes.”
As he rushed to his room, Abigail was smiling at his happiness. “You did the right thing.”
Diarmuid in turn put a hand around her shoulder. “Let’s keep them company more from now on.”
Abigail nodded.
After all, she had resigned for her family and the children in the first place.
Naturally…
She turned toward Diarmuid then.
He was one of the reasons too.
That was when someone suddenly rushed into the room!
It was one of the servants, but she appeared antsy.
Abigail frowned and rose to her feet, asking, “What is it?”
“There’s someone outside,” the servant replied, lowering her gaze.
“Who is it?” Diarmuid was bemused.
“Let’s go,” Abigail said.
However, she was about to follow the servant when Diarmuid stopped her. “I’ll go.”
Abigail thought about it and decided that it was really better for him to do it, and she nodded.
As Diarmuid headed outside, Zachary followed and asked, “Is there going to be trouble?”
He was traumatized and did not want more trouble.
Diarmuid turned toward him, finding him quite the jinx just then.
“Keep your mouth shut and we just might be fine.”
Zachary was left speechless.
They both soon arrived at the front door to find the boy outside, and while Diarmuid did not recognize him, Zachary did.
“It’s Barzel.”
While Diarmuid had a hunch who the boy was, Zachary explained, “His parents saved you. James helped him escape.”
Barzel handed Zachary a letter then, and he took it, bemused. “What is it?”
Barzel said nothing, so Zachary opened it to find a threatening letter, and it sounded like the people who abducted Barzel before.
Zachary frowned and passed Diarmuid the letter, but Diarmuid did not react even after finishing reading it.
“I can offer you protection,” he told the boy.
Barzel looked at him darkly in turn. “My parents died saving you?”
“Not entirely,” Diarmuid replied.
Thomas and Marie had been threatened in the first place, something which Barzel knew very well.
He was only willing to offer Barzel protection because he was more or less responsible for their deaths.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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