“What do you think?” His voice was raspy and his gaze dark as he suddenly raised a foot, knocking Abigail down on the bed.
“Hey!”
Abigail was startled by his sudden move, and she shoved at his foot in the next instant. “What are you doing?! Get off me-I’d get the ointment all over you.”
Diarmuid reached out and took the swab out of her hands, throwing it on the table before pinning her down under himself.
Abigail turned, not to struggle but to find a comfortable position.
Clang!
A loud noise suddenly echoed from the living room.
“What was that?!” Abigail tensed up immediately, while Diarmuid frowned-seemingly unhappy with the sudden noise.
Abigail was still looking at him. “Is there someone in the living room?”
Diarmuid breathed a feeble sigh just then..
“Is that Zachary?”
It was a question, but she basically knew the answer.
“He’s drunk,” Diarmuid explained.
He could not leave him outside by himself, so he brought him home..
That was when they heard a grating voice as if a table was pushed along the floor, and then something. dropped and shattered loudly, followed by a scream.
Abigail quickly tightened up her loose dress and shoved Diarmuid. “You should check on him.”
Still, it was a while before Diarmuid finally got off her, and he scowled as he left the room.
He turned on the lights in the living room to find Zachary on the floor, although he should be lying on the couch.
He somehow moved an entire table, knocking a glass to the floor which shattered into pieces.
Diarmuid frowned as he walked up to Zachary. “Get up, Zachary Slate.”
Zachary, however, was too drunk to respond.
Meanwhile, Abigail had come downstairs as well after dressing up properly, and sighed lengthily at the sight of the carnage.
Lulu was hurting, and so was he… Was this not just mutual torture?
“I’ll make him a warm honey drink,” she said and headed to the fridge.
Blargh…”
Zachary was suddenly retching.
Diarmuid’s brow furrowed, and he growled in disdain, “Throw up on my floor, and you’re out of the house.”
While Zachary was left stupefied, Abigail arrived with the honey drink and was just about to help Zachary up when Diarmuid pulled her aside.
She shot him a look. “What’s gotten into you? You won’t just leave him like that, or you wouldn’t have brought him home.”
Diarmuid sees things differently, however-having his woman care for others, and a man at that, was absolutely out of the question.
He took the drink off her hands and put it on the table. “Go back to bed. Leave this to me.”
Abigail glanced at the clock-it was certainly late, and she should head to work earlier tomorrow since it was her first day.”
So, she nodded and returned to the bedroom, only to remember that Diarmuid was completely incapable of taking care of another person!
Was he going to throw Zachary outside?
As such, she returned to the living room, only to find that Diarmuid had called in Jimmy, who helped Zachary off the floor and gave him the honey drink.
Zachary was not exactly complying. He was flailing around, and repeating how much it hurts.
Diarmuid stood nearby and growled coolly. “That’s your fault for boozing.”
Zacahry snorted. “I’m hurting.”
“And do you feel better now?”
Zachary said nothing, because he was just hurting inside at first-but he was now hurting physically too. When it rains, it pours!
As dawn arrived the next morning, Abigail woke up and found Zachary lying on the couch.
She breathed a long sigh-she did not have time for this since she had to report herself at Melville Hospital, and left quickly after breakfast.
It was not going to be a typical day, as Light Group was prepared to invest their first batch of capital in
Eastdawn!
The initial investment was 80 million-an amount that Light Group could still afford at the moment.
After the transfer, lan Althoff and James Cross shook hands.
“Here’s to a beautiful partnership. Let’s take our respective companies to new heights-may your component be unveiled to the world soon.”
James chuckled. “For sure. Once it hits the market, you shall be the biggest winner!”
lan laughed heartily-certainly, with Eastdawn’s development already in the final stage and the money- burning phases now almost over, investing in them now was basically getting a cut of the profits for free!
There was no question he had won big here.
James sighed in front of him just then. “Well, things are going to get awkward with my old friends now that we chose you.”
Ian smiled and patted him on the back. “I’ll be your friend from now on.”
“Indeed.” James was watching him with a twinkle in his eye.
It was almost eerie, but lan did not care since he was too busy basking in the delight of securing the partnership.
He is convinced that this investment was an assured success, and the profits would soon come rolling in.
As he is in a good mood, he could afford to take a break to visit Robin Lynd.
Nonetheless, she was not about to be nice since he only came to see her after a long while.
“I thought you’d already forgotten about me.”
“You know I’m busy after taking over Light Group,” Ian said, snaking his hands around her. “Are you upset? Fine-just tell me what you want. I can buy it for you.”
“I don’t want a thing-I’m happy just being with you.” Robin leaned into his arms.
She was genuinely in love with him.
“By the way, my mom has accepted you now. She even told me to bring you home for dinner before,” lan told her.
“Really?” Robin exclaimed chipperly.
“Of course. Why would I lie?” lan said. “How about tonight?”
“Oh, but I’m not prepared at all…” Robin was suddenly nervous. “I can’t go empty-handed, can I? I should at least bring something.”
“They don’t need anything anyway.” lan countered.
“That won’t do. Going empty-handed is really impolite.”
Robin really cared about making an impression, so lan had to play along. “Alright. Let’s go get something now, shall we?”
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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