Abigail was too tired to move, so Harvey answered it, and he frowned when he saw that it was James. “What are you doing here?’
James scoffed. “That’s my question.”
As he spoke, his gaze darted towards ‘Dr. Tanner’ who was sitting on the couch.
There was a chair opposite her, clearly Harvey’s.
If they were strangers, they certainly would not be sitting together over dinner.
Abigail trudged toward them despite her exhaustion. “He’s my patient. May I ask why you’re here?”
‘Yeah, I’m Dr. Tanner’s patient too,” Harvey chimed. ‘I’m here to consult about my condition.”
James did not accept that explanation at all.
He did not try to expose them, however, and instead made a mental note to investigate it further.
He was certainly a sharp man.
‘1 see.’ He smiled. “Well, I’m afraid that you can’t consult her right now-Mr. Althoff needs her too.”
Turning toward Abigail, he said, “Let’s go, Dr. Tanner.”
Abigail did not sleep well last night, and today had been toiling for her nerves, so she felt exhausted. “Mr. Althoff doesn’t need a medicated bath today, actually. He should wait until he recovers from his very sensitive skin before continuing his treatment.”
‘What about the massage, then? He still has trouble sleeping-please make the trip, Dr. Tanner.”
‘Why are you being so annoying, James? She said he doesn’t need treatment today, so stop forcing her!”
“No, she’s a doctor and therefore has a duty to care for her patients. If she upsets Mr. Althoff, he just needs to say the word and she’ll be fired from Mead Clinic. Are you sure you can bear that consequence, Harvey?”
“Don’t even start. The Raideens own Mead Clinic-“
‘We’re now one of the shareholders,” James said, cutting him short.
Harvey was left speechless and wheeled on Abigail. “When did that happen?!’
Abigail was calm, as if she had known all along.
In the end, Diarmuid got involved with the fully artificial heart project!
‘It’s none of your business,” James snorted.
Abigail heaved a long sigh. Not keen on letting them continue arguing, she said, “Let’s go.”
“But-“
‘You should leave, Mr. Gooding.” Abigail cut Harvey short before he could finish, so that he would not blurt out anything he should not.
‘1 have an obligation to care for my patients.” She picked up a jacket, opting for a more normal fashion, though the funny makeup stayed on.
As James studied her, Harvey started to follow them. “I’m staying at Olston Hotel too. We can go together.”
‘1 have no intention of giving you a ride,” James said.
Harvey was left speechless.
‘You petty imp!” he snapped.
James simply ignored him and told Abigail to get into his car, even as Harvey snorted. “It’s not like I don’t have a car!”
Diarmuid was sitting on the couch of his hotel room as he pondered a certain mystery.
Jane did not massage him last night, but he fell asleep anyway.
He simply could not fathom why-his insomnia only ever worsened after Abigail’s death, but he now showed signs of recovery.
The door then opened, and James entered with Abigail.
‘She’s here, Mr. Althoff,” James said.
Diarmuid got up, glancing at Abigail once before heading inside his bedroom, saying, “Come with me.”
James tactfully left, while Abigail followed Diarmuid inside.
Wanting to head home sooner to sleep, she said, “Please lie down, Mr.Althoff.”
Diarmuid did not, but was instead studying her from head to toe without hiding it.
Abigail felt uneasy from his stare.
“M-Mr. Althoff? What-“
Suddenly, Diarmuid started to walk toward her…
Abigail was left paralyzed in fear, unsure of how she should react.
Did he notice something? The very thought left her gulping without knowing it.
Nonetheless, Diarmuid paused just a pace away.
“What are you afraid of? Did you think I’d force myself on someone as ugly as you?”
With that, he turned and walked toward the bed, leaving Abigail frowning and wondering if there was something wrong with him.
Wait, there was—and it was quite serious too.
By the time Abigail brought a chair to sit at the edge of the bed, Diarmuid had already laid down, and she began to massage him.
Her technique was precise and she applied the right amount of pressure, and there was no question that it was comforting.
Diarmuid slowly closed his eyes—he somehow enjoyed the feeling that could make him sleep.
Abigail, however, was doing it while almost dozing off.
While it was fortunate that Diarmuid slept early, he caught her by the wrist when she tried to leave.
Was he dreaming again? As she lowered her gaze at him, she tried to pull her hand out of his grasp, but he held on tightly.She sat at the edge of the bed in turn, intending to leave when he released her.
However, as she waited, she dozed off on top of him.
There was no telling how long had passed as she woke up.
Her head was muddle, and she flexed her numbed arm as she got up.
It was not until she was going to leave when she realized that there was no one in bed, and looked up to find the man standing nearby.
He was still wearing last night’s bathrobe, but it was not in a mess —he clearly straightened it.
“Get out,” he growled coldly.
Abigail blinked.
“Did I do something wrong?”
“Who let you sleep in my room?”
He looked like he was going to flip out.It was only natural—he was at once embarrassed and furious to see her lying on top of him when he woke up.
“You were holding my hand…”
“Get out!”
Diarmuid did not want explanations, let alone find out if it was his mistake.
He did not want her in the same room! He would never allow anyone aside from Abigail to be so close to him, let alone hold his hand.
However, her hideousness had nothing to do with his wrath—he just felt guilty, like he had cheated on Abigail.
On the other hand, Abigail was not that clingy, and she had only fallen asleep because she was too tired.
When she lowered her head and headed outside, she noticed that his hand had turned red, as if he had scrubbed it fervently.
Was he a clean freak? She had never noticed that about him before.
Rearing his chin loftily, he said, “You don’t have to come anymore, nor help me with my condition.”
Abigail was puzzled.
“Was my treatment subpar?”
Diarmuid turned his back on her.Her treatment had certainly been excellent, curing even his insomnia.
Nonetheless, he lied.
“It is.”
Abigail was more or less disappointed to have her abilities denied.
“I see.Well, I hope you find a better doctor and recover soon.”
With that, she left, and Diarmuid called in James once she was gone.
“We’re going back.”
“Now?”
James appeared uncertain.
“You’re just getting better—”
“Do you understand the words coming out of my mouth?”
Diarmuid cut him short impatiently, and he was glowering.
James was puzzled—Diarmuid was just fine before.
Why was Diarmuid getting upset out of the blue again? It had not even been two days…
Bracing himself, he said, “I saw Harvey Gooding buying dinner for Dr.Tanner, and they were eating together at her home.I’m sure they are more than just doctor and patient, but they pretend as if they did not know each other outside our rooms. There’s something fishy about it…”
Diarmuid narrowed his eyes.
Jane knew Harvey? It was certainly unusual.
“Go.Look into it.”
Harvey appeared with bags under his eyes.
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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