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Her phone started ringing, and she answered it to find that it was Ricky.
“I need to talk to you. What time are you leaving work?”
“Five,” Abigail replied.
“I’ll be waiting at the entrance.”
“Sure.”
Once it was five, Abigail stepped out of the main entrance and immediately saw Ricky’s car.
“Get in,” he said as she walked up to him.
“Where are we going? I need to get home early. I’ll leave if it’s nothing important.”
“It’s important. Get in.”
Abigail did so, and Ricky soon brought her to a luxury diner.
Abigail asked, “Why did you bring me here?”
A deep voice spoke then. “I asked him to bring you here.” Abigail turned toward the voice.
Abigail’s face fell the instant she saw that it was Harvey, and she wheeled on Ricky. “Is he why you’ve brought me here?”
Ricky had no idea why she was upset, and so quickly explained, “He came to me and asked for a favor. I thought it’s no big deal since he just wants to meet you, so I said yes. I can’t refuse him since he promised to gather evidence that Whitney Cox killed my mom, so…”
Harvey quickly walked up to them and apologized, “Look, I’ve realized my mistake, so I know that you’re angry with me and would refuse to see me. That’s why I had Ricky set up this meeting, so that I have a chance to say sorry. Is that alright?”
“I just hope you won’t do anything so childish again, and I’m not angry with you. You don’t have to apologize, and I’m leaving if there’s nothing else.”
After all, Abigail could not care less about him now, and walked up to the curb to hail a taxi.
Harvey quickly rushed up to her and caught her wrist. “You’re already here–how about dinner together? This isn’t your typical diner-”
Abigail glowered. “Don’t touch me.”
He could talk as much as he wants, but touching?
Harvey gingerly let go. “Why are you so cold? Weren’t we getting along just fine?”
Abigail thought that he must be having a laugh right then, or perhaps suffered brain damage!
“Diarmuid and I are fighting because of you–am I supposed to thank you for that? If you really are sorry, just stay away from me.”
Harvey was speechless, and looked utterly wounded. “Aren’t we friends?”
“I’d rather not have a friend who keeps getting me into trouble,” Abigail shot back.
Harvey was left speechless again–he just wanted to mess with Diarmuid a little. Was it even that serious?
“I actually met Diarmuid today. I was going to tell him the truth, but Stan Hill kept yapping at me, and I didn’t get a chance to talk-”
“Wait.” Abigail cut him short. “You met Diarmuid?”
Harvey nodded. “Yeah. I was going to explain it to him.”
“Did anyone tell you to do that?!” Abigail felt like she could die right then–Harvey showing up around Diarmuid would only cause more trouble!
“Come on, I was doing it for you…” Harvey groaned.
Abigail waved him off right then–she was frustrated beyond words.
“I’m not having dinner with you.”
Abigail’s mind was clear–right now, she should be going home to sit Diarmuid down and talk to him, and not stay here to waste her breath with Harvey.
“Do this again, and we won’t even be friends!” she snapped.
“Alright, I got it,” Harvey said feebly–he was the one who messed up anyway.
“I’ll drive you home,” Ricky said, walking up to Abigail.
“Okay,” Abigail said. “And don’t hang out with people like him from now on.”
Harvey was speechless. People like him?
Feeling like he was being treated unjustly, he complained, “Look, I messed up here, but I didn’t do anything when you were drunk, right?”
He was just trying to get Diarmuid jealous and nothing else, and he was now some sort of villain because of that?
“If you did, I’d be the first one to come after you,” Ricky said then.
While Harvey was left speechless, Abigail spoke without turning to look at him. “We’re leaving.”
There was no need to waste time here.
Harvey suddenly said, “I’m sorry.”
Abigail did not respond as she and Ricky got into the car.
As Ricky drove steadily along the highway, they were both silent for a long while until he suddenly said, “Abigail, since Lulu just broke up, you should talk to her more, or ask her to come over from time to time.”
Abigail looked at him then, and said pointedly, “She prefers mature men.”
Ricky was speechless for a moment, but quickly said, “I’m just worried about her. You’re being paranoid.”
“Maybe,” Abigail admitted. “But you can show her your concern yourself too.”
After all, the best way to recover from a relationship was a rebound relationship.
Abigail leaned against the car window then. Her own private life was a mess now, and she certainly had no mood to care about others.
The skies were getting dark, but Abigail clearly saw a certain woman as they drove past a hotel.
She suddenly yelled, “Stop!”
Ricky quickly stopped the car beside the road and asked, “What is it?”
Abigail, however, was staring at the woman as she entered the hotel.
She quickly alighted, leaving Ricky mystified. “What are you doing, Abigail?”
Abigail was heading straight to the hotel and told him, “Find a place to park your car and join me.”
Ricky had no idea what was happening, but did as he was told anyway.
He stopped the car at the hotel parking lot before heading inside as well.
Abigail was already at the front desk, saying, “We’re taking a room next to the lady just now.”
“Which lady?” the receptionist asked.
“The one who just came in. Layla Gooding.”
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