Diarmuid smiled and physically proved that he was not-they ended up doing it by the door, and then on the couch before moving to the desk. She thought she could lose her mind in the ecstasy!
There was calm after the storm, and as she lay in his arms, her hair was disheveled and her sweat had yet to dry.
Her cheeks were flushed and her lips a pretty pink, and she lay limply while he straightened her clothes.
She felt too sore to move anyway…
Abigail half-narrowed her eyes. “Thirsty.”
Diarmuid tucked her hair behind her ear and said softly, “Wait here. I’ll get you a drink.”
“Yeah,” she rasped.
Thud, thud-
There was a sudden knock on the door!
Abigail was at first muddled, but she quickly came to her senses and stared warily at the door.
“No one’s coming in,” Diarmuid assured her.
Still, she nervously straightened her clothes, leaving Diarmuid in amusement.
“That’s not like you. You were enjoying it so much just now…”
Abigail clasped a hand over his mouth. “Keep it down! Someone’s outside!”
She was already embarrassed, and he had to say that stuff!
Diarmuid simply said at the direction of the door, “I’m coming over later.” Abigail then heaved a sigh of relief when she heard footsteps leaving, and Diarmuid got up, fastened his belt, and walked to the water dispenser. “Calm down. Take a breather.”
However, Abigail blushed-she had never let loose like this and was more or less uncomfortable!
Diarmuid chuckled. “You have two sons, and you’re still acting as innocent as a girl.”
Abigail rolled her eyes at him he was responsible for that!
Still, it took her a long while to grumble, “I’m not thick-skinned like you.” Diarmuid chuckled even quieter then. “Can’t have two sons if I’m as shy as you are.”
Abigail stopped talking then he was always going to win in an argument.
Chugging her drink and laying on the couch, she huffed, “I’m going to take a nap.”
She was exhausted after all.
“Yeah,” Diarmuid said quietly.
While Abigail slept from post-coitus fatigue, Diarmuid resumed his work on the desk. He never opened the door, and no one came in either. Eventually, he sat down by the couch and woke her up.
“Let’s go eat,” he said quietly and tenderly. “I’m taking you home afterward.”
The couch was not that comfortable too.
Abigail got up, rubbing her eyes as she asked, “What time is it?”
“Past one,” Diarmuid replied.
“It’s that late?”
“You slept for a while,” Diarmuid replied, tousling her hair. “I think you’d have slept until the evening if I didn’t wake you… I guess I should show some restraint.”
He certainly had been a little vigorous last night and today.
Abigail rolled her eyes at him. “I’m getting up.”
With that, they left the building, and Diarmuid took her to a restaurant while she whipped out her phone. “I booked a flight already.”
“I know,” Diarmuid murmured softly, understanding what she was talking about.
Leaning against his shoulder then, Abigail sighed. “Lulu’s seriously hurt, but she doesn’t want Zachary to find out. Without other friends or family, she only has me-how miserable would it be for her if I abandoned her too? And she helped me when I was pregnant with Tommy…”
“I’ve already agreed to you going,” Diarmuid said, aware of why she would elaborate on her purpose. “Don’t stay too long over there, and contact me any time. If her condition improves, transfer her over here-I’ll arrange a hospital for her. If you’re still concerned about Zachary finding out, I’ll find a way to send him back to Zidonia.”
“But would he listen to you?” Abigail asked, skeptical.
“I have my ways,” Diarmuid replied.
Abigail nodded. “Alright. I’ll check on
Lulu for now and persuade her ton transfer here if possible. I’ll tell you when I succeed, while you get Zachary to return to Zidonia.”
“Okay,” Diarmuid answered softly.
They arrived outside a nice restaurant, and he threw the car keys to the valet as soon as he alighted before heading inside with an arm around Abigail.
It was a Franconian restaurant with local specialties: beef bourguignon, foie gras, escargot, and the like.
However, Abigail preferred Zidonian food-there were not that many foreign dishes that suited her palate.
Naturally, Diarmuid could tell that she did not like it. “I’ll take you to a Zidonian restaurant next time.”
“Good,” Abigail replied. “Our country’s food is more to my taste.”
Diarmuid raised a brow. “Our country’s food is special in its way, but you should learn to accept different flavors too. It’s a bad habit to be picky.” “Am I being picky?” Abigail asked.
“Yes.”
Abigail was speechless-how was she being picky? Just because she was not used to foreign food?
It was just that her stomach was Zidonian and rejected other food. “Here, you can have this,” she said as she put an escargot on Diarmuid’s plate. “Eat this, or you’d be picky if you refuse.”
Diarmuid smiled and ate the one she put on his plate before the others. Sheryl sighed, speechless that Abigail was leaving again.
However, she did not nag and told Abigail, “Make it fast. Don’t stay out for too long.”
“I know,” Abigail replied.
After Diarmuid personally brought her to the airport, she linked her arm around his. “I’l come back as soon as I can.”
“Take as long as you want.” Diarmuid pretended to be unconcerned.
Abigail smiled. “What, going to have more business discussions with your pretty partner?”
He cleared his throat. “Well, work depends on it…”
“Don’t you dare.” Abigail looked up at him, her lips almost on his ear. “Cheat on me, and I’ll get someone better looking than you…”
Diarmuid stared at her sideways. “Are you threatening me?”
She smiled softly and vibrantly. “Keep your hands to yourself if you don’t want me to cheat on you.”
He pulled her into his arms with one arm and tousled her hair. “When did you grow claws?”
“I always had claws. Didn’t you know?” Abigail said, gently biting him on the ear before pulling away, leaning against the car door and staying far from him.
Diarmuid was at once exasperated and amused. “Does teasing me make you feel accomplished?”
Abigail nodded mischievously. “I keep losing to you otherwise, don’t I?” “As long as we’re clear on that,” he said solemnly.
Soon, they arrived at the airport and headed inside together after Diarmuid parked the car.
After playing around in the car, Abigail refused to hold his hand once they arrived inside, keeping a distance between them.
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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