Diarmuid said nothing and quietly picked her up, and she bit her lip, her hands dangling aimlessly. “Why are you doing this? You know I hate you.”
Diarmuid carried her into her bedroom and put her in bed, but never pulled away. Instead, he stayed just inches away from her, his back arched as he looked into her eyes solemnly. ” Because I love you.”
Abigail’s eyes widened, her pupils dilating.
She had to tug on the sheets and avert her eyes, as if afraid to look him in the eye. “But I don’t.
“I know,” Diarmuid replied.
Abigail was actually so surprised by his reaction that she suddenly looked up, her forehead knocking into his chin because she moved too quickly.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to…”
She reached out to touch his chin, and saw that there was no harm done. “You’re fine…”
That was when she found herself looking into his eyes again, and realized at the same time that she was caressing his chin.
Panicking, she tried to pull away, but Diarmuid caught her wrist!
“L-Let go…” Abigail whispered even as she struggled.
Diarmuid did not, however, and held her soft hand in his palm as he leaned in to kiss her lips.
Abigail would have usually resisted, but she was weirdly silent and did not push him away this time.
In fact, she closed her eyes, quietly feeling the breath of another person and her heart racing as a result!
His kiss was passionate, endless and enrapturing. One could not help being captivated by it’
Since it was the first time she was being so docile, Diarmuid wanted more than kisses, and began to reach deeper to conquer her.
His fingertips brushed past her collarbone, loosening her collar and sliding off her straps. Abigail finally regained her senses from his dizzying kiss when she felt the sudden coldness. over her chest, and realizing what he was doing, evaded him in panic “Stop!”
Diarmuid’s gaze appeared clouded “You enjoyed that too, didn’t you?”
“No, I didn’t.” Abigail denied it.
“Really?” Diarmuid brushed a finger over her lips that was moist, perhaps because of him.
“Get out,” Abigail snapped, unable to look anywhere and seemingly embarrassed by her own actions.
How could she kiss him so willingly?! She hated herself for that!
She bit her lip, and blamed him for everything right then. “Don’t come near me or try to bewitch me ever again.”
She felt as if she was not herself because of his advances.
Diarmuid simply smiled at him, and Abigail inadvertently glanced at him, almost falling for the most gentle and adoring smile in the world just then.
She quickly averted her eyes, thinking to herself that the man was constantly using his beauty on her!
That was when someone knocked on the door, and Mrs. Watson soon called out, “Sir, there’s someone downstairs, asking for Mrs. Althoff.”
“Who is it?” Diarmuid asked.
“He is saying that he is her younger brother…”
Abigail frowned. “Ricky Bernstein?”
She remembered that Ricky was involved in that hit-and-run and was subsequently convicted. Still, Lionel was calling in favors from everywhere, and since the accident was not at all serious, he was freed after just two months.
“Do you want to see him?” Diarmuid asked. “I’ll send him away if you don’t.”
“No.” Abigail replied-she never spoke much and held no sentiment for her stepbrother.
Moreover, her spite toward Samantha extended to the boy as well, giving her even less of a reason to meet him.
“Send him away.” Diarmuid spoke at the general direction of the door then.
“Yes, Mr. Althoff,” Mrs. Watson replied, and they heard her heading downstairs.
That was when Abigail suddenly remembered that Lionel’s face had been yellowish and he had been losing weight drastically. She did not know what had happened, but it was obvious that he was very sick!
Although she hated him for using her like a tool and cheating on her mother, she was still worried at the thought that he was sick
Blood certainly runs thicker than water.
Diarmuid could see the worry on her face. “I’ll have someone bring him in if you want to see him.
Abigail shook her head, because Ricky was not her concern. “No.”
That was when Mrs. Watson returned and spoke from outside the door again, “Sir, he refused to leave and rushed inside although the men threw him out. He insists that he will stay until he gets to meet Mrs. Althoff.”
Diarmuid opened the door then. “It’s fine. I’ll handle this.”
Abigail suddenly called out to him. “I think I’ll meet him this time.”
She wanted to find out what Ricky wanted anyway.
As she tried to stand, Diarmuid walked over to her and held her up by the waist.
She felt uncomfortable with his touch, but put a hand on his shoulder anyway.
Once they arrived downstairs, Ricky was soon brought to them. “Sis.”
Ricky addressed Abigail as ‘Sis’ the instant he stepped through the front door, but Abigail remained impassive, and was certainly unaffected by that title.
“Why did you want to see me?”
“You’re a doctor, aren’t you? You must know people,” Ricky said tearfully. “You have to ask them to help Dad. His condition is very serious, and he won’t survive for long if he doesn’t get surgery.”
The usually haughty boy appeared despondent, just as Abigail stiffened.
She had a hunch, but it still struck her like a truck to find out that it was reality.
“What did his doctor say? What’s his condition?” she asked quietly.
“Malignant brain cancer. It’s metastasized to his lungs,” Ricky replied.
Abigail was stunned. “W-What?”
“You have to get him the best doctors, Sis. There might still be hope,” Ricky cried anxiously.
Abigail, however, knew that the cancer had advanced to a very late stage if it had actually begun to metastasize, and not even surgery could help much.
As she became silent, Ricky demanded, “What, are you going to do nothing?’
Abigail simply needed time to calm down. “Go home for now.”
However, Ricky thought that her reaction meant she was still holding a grudge against Lionel, and therefore indifferent.
“He may have been a little overbearing about your marriage, but he’s your father. He’s sick and almost dying now-are you so cold that you won’t help?”
“Won’t help?” Abigail coolly said. “What do you take me for, some sort of god? His cancer is in its late stage-no one can help him!”
”
Ricky promptly lost it and screamed, “You heartless bitch! You’ll get your just deserts!
Abigail, however, was unmoved. “That would be my own issue. Why are you getting upset?”
“I’m upset because you’re an ingrate! You won’t be here if not for Dad
Nearby, Diarmuid frowned. Did the boy forget that he was here, yelling at Abigail right in front of him?
With a quick gesture, his men dragged Ricky out of the mansion, and Abigail did not stop them, watching as Ricky continued to scream murder at her even as he was taken away.
However, once he was out of sight, she grimaced in misery.
No matter how much spite she felt toward Lionel, her heart still ached to hear that he was terminally ill
After calming down, she picked up a phone to call a specialist she was acquainted with, but eventually hung up because the other person did not answer.
“Would you like my help?” Diarmuid asked just then.
Abigail shook her head. “No.”
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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