Diarmuid realized then that he was not himself around her, and a single word or a smile from her could make him angry or sad.
“Oh, you.” He smiled, helpless and captivated.
He knew then that he had fallen within her control!
After he drove them to the hotel, Abigail shoved him toward the bathroom once they arrived at their suite. “Go on, take a shower.”
Diarmuid’s hand was around her waist, his brow lifted in eagerness as he leaned in to whisper into her ear, “Can’t wait?”
Abigail lowered her gaze and urged, “Go on.”
Diarmuid kissed her between the brows and quietly said, “Wait for me.”
“Okay,” she replied.
As Diarmuid turned and headed inside the bathroom, Abigail’s smile vanished the instant he closed the door behind him.
She walked up to the table where a bottle of red wine was placed, hesitating as she reached for it.
Nonetheless, the thought of her son gave her the resolve to pop the cap, and she poured the drug in as well.
Moneypenny had prepared both the red wine and the drug, and she just had to wait for Diarmuid to come out of the bathroom.
Half an hour later, he appeared in a bathrobe, drying his hair with a towel. “Your turn.”
Abigail stood up and gave him a glass of the red wine. “I ordered this, but I haven’t had a taste yet.”
Diarmuid took it. “Everything here is always up to standard.”
He did not seem to hesitate because Abigail had poured it for him.
“Wait here. I just thought of something I should get,” she said, and headed for the door.
Diarmuid caught her wrist. “What is it?”
“You’ll know when I bring it up,” Abigail smiled and pried his fingers away. “Just stay put.”
With that, she left the room without looking back, her hand flinching the instant she closed the door.
She headed for the elevator, and was just about to get in when Kathy York stepped out.
She had dressed up elaborately in a red dress, and her makeup was immaculate–it was obvious she had spent a lot of time on it.
She was not surprised to see Abigail. After everything that happened today, she knew that she would be claiming Diarmuid for herself and was hence smiling smugly. “Henry Althoff chose me as the next Mrs. Althoff. Thank you for giving up your place.”
Abigail quietly entered the elevator and pushed the button to head down, but Kathy placed a hand on the door to stop it. “Henry is sick of you, so know your place and stay away from Diarmuid.
Abigail simply pushed her hand away, and before the doors closed, she said, “That man has a bad temper–you should be thinking about how to appease him instead. Why bother wasting your breath with me?”
As she left the hotel, she wandered aimlessly on the streets.
The myriad colored lights flashed overhead and around her, but it all seemed dull in her eyes!
Moreover, she felt a coldness within her heart even though the weather was warm.
She did her best to take deep breaths and calm herself, and after she composed herself, she tried to stop a taxi, intending to head to Althoff Manor to get Tommy from Henry. That was when someone grabbed her by the waist from behind!
Abigail cried out in surprise!
“Help–Oof!”
Her assailant had clasped a hand over her mouth, even as she struggled wildly!
Even so, he was too strong for him, and she was dragged into a car… when she suddenly caught a glimpse of the driver.
It was Stan!
Her pupils dilated, and she turned to find Diarmuid.
But how could it be him?
He should be in the penthouse with Kathy, and he must have drunk the drugged red wine by now!
She stopped struggling then, and murmured gingerly, “What…”
The myriad colored lights outside flashed as their car zoomed along the highway, but Diarmuid remained shrouded in the darkness as he spoke, “Trying to give me off to another woman, were you?”
His voice seemed to boom with a dark edge!
Abigail exclaimed, “I didn’t want to do it!”
Diarmuid was not in the mood for her explanations, however–she had done it, and should therefore admit to it!
His silence left her heart all strung up. “I…”
Meanwhile, Stan had stopped the car at the basement parking lot of the Light Group office building and left!
“How did you find out?” Abigail asked.
However, Diarmuid was so silent she could hear him breathe.
Abigail knew that he must be furious, and yet his breathing was even–she was actually doubtful that Diarmuid drank that wine now.
“You didn’t drink it, did you?” she asked.
“Are you really so eager to have me sleep with other women? You’d even coax me and drug me, because you’re afraid that I won’t?”
Abigail stared at him in the darkness. “Would you believe me if I told you that I did not want to do it?”
“Hah!” He snorted. “Did you really think I would still believe you?”
Before he finished, he had pushed her down and moved above her, and there was no warmth in his eyes–only frustration and rage!
She was actually giving him off to someone else! Who did she take him for?!
“You didn’t have to drug me–you’re perfectly capable of enticing me!”
With that, he tore open the collar of her blouse.
The interior of the car was hot and stuffy. She did not feel cold from the heavy breathing.
Her throat seemed to have tightened and was ablaze, and the words from her mouth were bitter. “Stop…”
“Stop, what?” He laughed, and Abigail could feel the coldness even without seeing his face.
“You have one chance. Tell me, why did you do it?”
Abigail closed her eyes. The whole thing had gone south.
Did that mean Tommy was in danger?
Henry was determined to make her leave Diarmuid, and abducting Tommy was just the start.
What would he do to Tommy if she stayed with Diarmuid?
She did not dare to think about that.
“I have no explanation. I planned everything–did you know that I asked your grandfather for help as well? He actually helped me with the divorce-”
Before she could finish, Diarmuid grabbed her by the throat, pinning her down with a vice–like grip while he ripped off her clothes.
There was a thick layer of vapor on the car windows.
He had been very violent.
Abigail sobbed, “Do I have to die for you to let me go?”
Suddenly, she started laughing miserably and maniacally.
Diarmuid then grabbed her chin.
“What are you laughing at?” he growled, and leaned in to whisper into her ear, remember the man you were with on the night of our wedding?”
“Do you
Abigail certainly did, and her lips trembled as she rasped, “How could I not? He was the first man I had, and I cheated on you with him-”
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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