Her eyes widened in surprise as she looked at him, her eyelashes twitching as she stared at him. “What are you doing?”
In reality, Diarmuid did not return over the last few days because he was giving her the cold treatment for telling Zachary to find him a woman.
She appeared completely unaffected , however, and that blush in her cheek was sign enough that life was good for her.
She was truly indifferent!
“Could you stop pissing me off, Abigail Bernstein?”
His words were quiet but clear.
Even if he did not want to take his feelings for her seriously, he could no longer control himself.
Even if he knew that she had been with other men, gotten pregnant, and suffered a miscarriage … along with a long list of other misdeeds… He had feelings for her anyway.
“Did I upset you again?” Abigail asked, wondering if he had some enormous chip on the shoulder that upsetted him all the time.
Naturally, she kept that thought in mind without saying it, while answering tamely, “Okay. I promise I won‘t upset you again.”
Then, she smiled and asked, “Can you let go of me now? I need to get out.”
Diarmuid suddenly lowered his gaze at her fresh, alluring lips. Remembering the confidence and elegance she showed while she played the piano, he leaned forward and kissed her.
Caught by surprise, Abigail tried to resist when she came to her senses. “Let me go-”
Diarmuid simply caught her wrists and stopped her from moving, while putting more weight behind the kiss to stop her from talking. At the same time, his skin reached beneath her skirt…
Diarmuid was perfectly aware of how fair Abigail’s skin was, but it was only now that he realized how tender and smooth it was to the touch.
It felt as if a feather brushed against his heart—he craved that sensation.
He became obsessed with that sensation.
At the same time, Abigail’s eyes widened in astonishment, her pupils dilating.
… What was he doing?
No.
No way!
She could not do this with him given her physical condition, but Diarmuid was going further and further…
Unable to free herself from his restraint, she steeled herself and bit his lips!
Diarmuid’s grip loosened from the pain, and she seized the moment to push him away.
Glaring at him, she snapped, “What are you doing, Diarmuid Althoff?! What do you take me for, some whore who spreads her legs for every man she meets?”
Diarmuid held her gaze with a distant look. “Isn’t that exactly what you are?”
Abigail almost slapped him across the face right then, but she stopped herself.
After all, she could not afford to do it now, just as she was not brave enough!
Having calmed down soon enough, she said evenly, “I’m not. I had been with a man, but just the one I won’t sleep with simply anyone I meet.”
If she got upset or threw a fit, Diarmuid would just say, “You are my wife, and nothing I do to you is ever out of line.”
But since she was staying calm, all he could do was watch.
“Then leave him.”
This time, Diarmuid was very calm as well.
All he wanted right now for her to be his wife-no more, no less.
In other words, she was not allowed to have liaisons… Be it with one man or several.
She belonged to him, and him only!
On the other hand, Abigail did not even know what the man from that night looked like, let alone his character.
All they had shared was that night, and the only thing he left her with was her twins.
As such, she had no qualms as she replied, “Okay.”
Diarmuid’s expression became relaxed, seemingly because he was satisfied with her answer and was getting along with her for once.
“Let’s go home,” Diarmuid said as he alighted.
However, that line left Abigail taken aback.
She was sensing his change ever so slightly… but she was soon looking at her toes.
She and Diarmuid were from two different worlds, and she would never dare to feel any desire for him.
Hence, she feigned a nonchalant look as she followed him out of the car.
Mrs. Watson was taking out the trash when she found both of them returning together, and promptly smiled.” Welcome home, Mr. and Mrs. Althoff. Did you both come home together?”
Abigail smiled. “We happened to run into each other.”
“Oh!” Mrs. Watson exclaimed, and tactfully made way for them, especially since it was very rare that they got along.
Abigail, however, did not want to be alone with Diarmuid-not when she had caught on to the fact that he was changing.
“I’m sleepy,” she said, hastily coming up with an excuse. “I’m going upstairs.”
Diarmuid knew that she was avoiding him, and said, “I’m hungry. Make me something.”
Abigail was speechless. Could she say no?
Nonetheless, she forced a smile and asked with a subservient tone, “What do you have in mind?”
“Anything is fine,” he replied.
Abigail gave him a look, and washed her hands in the kitchen before opening the fridge.
The fridge contained all the ingredients one would ever need, though she opted for something simple that she happened to be good with.
At the same time, Diarmuid remained standing in the living room, unbuttoning his jacket with one hand while he watched the woman in the kitchen get to work.
He had forgotten the taste of home because his parents died early, and Mrs. Watson was the only one who kept the mansion together.
Naturally, it used to be cold and bleak in here before Abigail came to stay
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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