Both Stan and Abigail were speechless, though the former was soon throwing up his hands in surrender.
One must never poke their nose into their boss’s private affairs, it seems.
Chuckling fawningly, he said, “Actually, I’m quite busy.”
On the other hand, Abigail was utterly confused as to why Diarmuid suddenly turned his crosshairs on Stan.
She just did not know that Diarmuid was very familiar with the people around him, and had immediately seen that Stan was keen on gossiping.
“Keep an eye on Quincy Moore’s movements,” Diarmuid said.
“Yes, sir. I’ll personally see to it,” Stan replied. “Also, I’ve passed the document to Kathy York and told her
to deliver it to Quincy Moore. I think she’s convinced that the document is genuine, and would now be contacting Light Group’s various shareholders to prepare a coup.”
“Good. Now go about your business,” Diarmuid growled.
Stan hence tactfully left the ward, carefully closing the door behind him.
Abigail arched her back, staring at him as she asked softly, “Are you hungry or thirsty?”
“Neither,” Diarmuid replied, and held out a hand.
Abigail put hers on his, and locked fingers with him!
“Thank you,” she said, her eyes a little red just then..
She remembered how she felt when she saw that rock wedged on his back, which got there because he was shielding her, keeping her unscathed.
She would certainly not have been fine otherwise, and she had never felt this protected in her life.
At that very moment, her emotions were burgeoning, and her heart raced uncontrollably-she was almost. rejoicing.
If Ricky’s dud bomb did not really test him, the real one certainly did.
Sitting on his bed, she gently placed her head over his chest, listening to his strong, rhythmic heartbeats!
Diarmuid lowered his gaze just then, but he was only able to see the top of her head. “Would you be upset if I told you that I knew Ricky’s bomb was fake?”
Abigail looked up in surprise. “What? You knew?”
“Yeah,” Diarmuid replied-he knew it was a fake the instant he saw it.
Nonetheless, Abigail smiled. “So what?”
After all, he was definitely tested when he tried to save her.
Even if the first one was a dud, the second one was real.
So this was the warmth of a person.
As a child, Sheryl had been too meek while Lionel was too overbearing, so she never felt much warmth from her family.
“I never expected this when I married you…”
In fact, Diarmuid himself did not either.
Knock, knock.
Someone knocked on the door just then, and Sheryl’s voice could soon be heard. “Abigail? Ricky is awake.”
Abigail had told Sheryl to inform her right away when Ricky recovered, since she had questions for him.
She quickly sat up and said, “Got it.”
Sheryl was going to leave, but remembered that Diarmuid was just as hurt as Ricky was, and so asked in concern, “Is Diarmuid up yet?”
“Yeah,” Abigail replied, glancing at Diarmuid.
“Is he alright?”
“He’s fine. He just needs a few days’ rest.”
Sheryl breathed a sigh of relief.
She certainly did not want anything happening to Diarmuid-it was not easy for her daughter to find someone she belonged to. What would happen to her if Diarmuid was really hurt?
*See? My mom cares about you,” Abigail said with a smile. “I’ll go check on Ricky-I’ll be right back.”
“I’m coming too,” Diarmuid said, sitting up as well.
Abigail helped him up, but said, “You’re hurt.”
“It’s no trouble,” he replied, since he was not all that hurt anyway.
Abigail had no choice but to help him.
Although he was wearing a patient’s garb, he still towered over her, and he chuckled as she put his arm over her shoulder. “I’m very heavy.”
“I can take it,” she replied.
“Are you sure?”
Abigail did not see the mysterious look on his face, and replied, “I’m sure.”
However, she had barely spoken when Diarmuid pushed her down on the bed beneath himself.
Her eyes widened in surprise before she blinked. “What-”
Biting her lip, she whispered, “We’re in a hospital. Get off me.”
She was worried that others would see them.
Diarmuid, however, stayed on top of her, his gaze tender yet blazing.
Abigail somehow felt thirsty from his stare-no one could resist that look.
She reached up with her lips to kiss him, wrapping her thin arms around his neck.
Diarmuid passionately kissed her back, and soon there was tongue involved.
As they embraced each other, they were bent on conveying their feelings in the most primitive way… when the door suddenly swung open!
A nurse came in with fresh bandages and other medicine, holding a tray in one hand as she opened the door with the other.
Abigail was utterly embarrassed when she heard the nurse come in, and buried her face in Diarmuid’s chest.
The nurse naturally did not expect to catch them at such an awkward moment either, and was left freezing up at the doorway, unsure if she should enter or leave.
Diarmuid turned around and leveled a cold glare at the nurse. “Out.”
Coming to her senses and realizing that she did not knock, the nurse quickly closed the door behind her, patting her chest to calm herself.
Diarmuid’s glare was so cold it could freeze her blood!
However, Abigail pushed him off shyly inside. She refrained from doing it too forcefully since he was hurt, and it looked just like a love tap. “See? She saw us. This is so embarrassing.”
“We’re married.” Diarmuid got up, straightening her wrinkled collar.
Abigail smiled at the tender man on top of herself.
The nurse was still there when they stepped out, and Abigail told her, “Just leave everything on the table inside. I can do it for 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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