Harvey lifted the employee ID dangling over Abigail’s chest and read it.
“Jane Tanner? I didn’t think that it’d be you,” he said in surprise. “I was actually wondering where I should start searching.”
He was impressed that he recognized her despite the face mask, too.
As a matter of fact, Harvey had found out that Diarmuid might invest in the fully artificial heart project and was going to poach a certain doctor from Mead Clinic.
Since Diarmuid was known not to fail, he wanted to poach the doctor before Diarmuid could, and then put his own money in the project.
However, he had no experience in the medical field, let alone any contacts he could speak with.
As such, he came here looking like an idiot, and was kept out of the staffs quarters.
Frustrated, he paced around outside when he saw Abigail came out, and grabbed her like he was grasping at straws.
“Come with me,” he told her as he pulled her along.
Abigail was at a loss for words, and simply grabbed the nearest scaffolding.
Harvey had to turn around right then, and when he saw just her eyes and forehead, he blurted out what he was thinking right then.
“Abigail…?”
He did not mean to say it out loud, but it left Abigail terrified.
Panicking, she tried to hide, and Harvey saw the fearful look in her eyes.
Why? What did she have to hide?
“Who on earth are you?” Harvey growled, even as he reached out to pull off her face mask, and was left staring at the scars on her face and neck.
Those scars… those were burn scars, were they not?
And Abigail was supposedly killed by an explosion, with her face left utterly unrecognizable…
“You…”
He almost did not want to admit it even as he was left astounded!
Those burn scars…!
“…You survived?”
Abigail lowered her head while speaking in Minervese, “You have the wrong person.”
She struggled as hard as she could, but that only made Harvey hold on tighter to her, preventing her from freeing herself.
“You were speaking in Zidonian to me before, and now Minervese?” Harvey pointed out as he leveled a piercing gaze at her.
“You’re definitely afraid, and you wouldn’t be if you had nothing to hide.”
“I honestly don’t know what you’re talking about. Let me go.” Abigail kept on speaking fluent Minervese, too flustered to understand her situation.
Naturally, the harder she tried to hide, the more she was exposing herself.
By then, Harvey was staring fixedly at her. “You survived… No, you faked your death?!”
Having no choice then, Abigail finally looked up to meet his gaze. “What do you want?!”
Harvey’s eyes turned red and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her in fierce embrace.
“Y-You’re alive…” His voice was choking with tears.
On the other hand, Abigail did not expect herself to be so easily recognized, and felt at once feeble and helpless. “Let me go.”
“No way,” Harvey said in refusal and kept holding onto her.
Abigail actually began to feel uncomfortable just then.
“You’re hurting my belly,” she said, and finally remembered that she was still pregnant.
Stelling at the bulge, he asked, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to do that… Who’s the dad?”
Abigail glanced at her watch. “Not now. I’m busy-1 still have to work.”
“See you tonight?” Harvey asked.
Abigail wanted to refuse, but she could not because she was afraid that Harvey would talk.
Still, she remembered a certain matter and had an idea.
“Fine, I’ll see you tonight, but don’t tell anyone about me…”
“I know. I’ll Keep your secret.” Harvey naturally read her mind-it was obvious she did not want anyone to find out that she was alive.
“Thank you,” Abigail told him.
“Oh, why get so polite with me?” Harvey was grinning broadly. “I’m just so surprised. I didn’t even recognize you at first…”
His mind was definitely clear, too.
Abigail was not dead, and that alone was great news!
“I’m going now,” she curtly told him right then.
Harvey simply watched as she left.
When Abigail was done with work that day, she saw Harvey at the entrance and walked toward him.
Harvey was smiling, but just as he was going to approach Abigail, another man made his way toward her.
It was a familiar face, and Harvey’s face fell when he saw the man!
Harvey swore under his breath. There was really no escaping Diarmuid!
Hurrying to Abigail’s side to block her from view, he whispered to her, “That man is one of Diarmuid’s people. He’s here to poach talents from Mead Clinic.”
Abigail turned to find Mark standing nearby.
At the same time, Jeff called out to Abigail. “Jane? Mr. Wickers is quite sincere in his offer. Why don’t we sit down together?”
Harvey was left gaping in shock right then.
The person Diarmuid was trying to poach… was Abigail?
What the hell?!
Still, Abigail simply told Jeff, “Like I’ve said, I won’t agree to it or even think about it.”
With that, she pulled Harvey along.
Jeff naturally could not do anything about it, since he could not force Abigail in this matter.
Turning to Mark, he said, “I’ve told her about your proposal, but she refused. IV
Mark was left feeling disappointed, but as he turned toward Jeff, his eyes lit up again. “Actually, I think you would work too…”
“Nope,” Jeff quickly waved him off. “I can’t do it.”
“But…”
‘No ‘buts’!” Jeff refused him resolutely, leaving Mark despondent.
Meanwhile, as Abigail dragged Harvey along and left, Harvey stared at her for a while and asked, “Did you really manage to master Minervese so fluently in six months?”
He was left astounded just listening to her!
“I’ve already learned it earlier,” Abigail answered casually.
Harvey was left speechless. “Alright, then what other languages have you learned?”
“Franconian, Eiseng, Mariachi,” Abigail replied.
Harvey was actually stunned. “That many?”
“I had to,” Abigail explained.
“You had to? What?” Harvey was perplexed.
Remembering why Lionel Bernstein had forced her to learn those foreign languages left Abigail remembering Diarmuid, and her voice became quiet. “So that I would be more appealing to a certain man.”
Harvey was speechless again. “… Who?”
Abigail did not answer as she pulled him along to a diner, but Harvey kept pressing, “Wait, don’t tell me it’s Diarmuid?”
Abigail gave him a look, and Harvey knew right then that the answer was a yes.
He could have died from jealousy right then!
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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