Yolanda stiffened when she heard Abigail, and she did not dare to look around as Abigail strode inside.
Left feeling utterly awkward, Yolanda hesitated for a couple heartbeats before giving chase, and tried to explain.
“Listen, Director…”
Abigail paused then, and leveled her a cool look.
“Just do your job and do well.Don’t bother with anything inconsequential.I dislike politics and fence- sitters, but do what you will.”
Yolanda tugged at Abigail’s sleeve.
“Sorry…”
She genuinely realized her mistake, but Abigail quietly pried her hand off.
On the other hand, Finn Crowe genuinely acknowledged her, and he was surprised to see her show up.
“What are you doing here? Work hours are almost over…Wait, you look terrible.Have you been sleeping well? Did the patient recover? uw Abigail shook her head—she did not know, since she had not been home.She made a quick tour around the building, and she was pleased to see that everyone was being diligent despite her absence.
“Don’t you want to take a break?”
Finn asked in concern.
He used to hate her the most, but now afforded Abigail some warmth in this ice-cold place.
Still, she headed to her office for a short nap instead of going home, only to fall completely asleep.
It was 9 PM when she woke up, and she hurried home.
The children went to bed early, while she was haggard and worn out from travel, having not bathed for a couple of days.
As such, she headed straight to her room to take a bath instead of checking on the children, though she saw Diarmuid the instant she opened the door.
His muscular figure was wrapped in a white bathrobe, loosely open at the collar, baring his chiseled chest.
His black, dank hair dangled between his eyes, making him appear affable.
Their eyes met!
Abigail averted her eyes and tugged on her own sleeve.
“Sorry,” she murmured, insecurity suddenly flooding her, making her evasive and afraid to look him in the eye! Diarmuid put down the towel on his head and strode toward her, his towering figure slowly eclipsing her small stature.
“Look at me,” he said, his deep voice rich and magnetic.
Abigail felt herself being cornered against the door. She slowly looked up while feeling the chill on her back.
Diarmuid learned downward then and kissed her lips.
Abigail’s eyes widened in surprise.
“Mmph…” She pushed him off.
“Look, just calm down. I know that I made a mistake.”
Diarmuid studied her in turn, and saw that her cheeks were skinnier after just two days. His thick, black lashes were lowered and his dark pupils twitched.
” It’s not your fault, it’s mine. I failed as a husband, and constantly made you sad even though you’re my wife…”
“No.”
Her bright, clear eyes welled with tears.
‘I was thinking that you must lack love since you lost your parents as a child.I want to love you more, and offer you a warm home…but I kept troubling you and others, and couldn’t even take responsibility as a wife.There were times that I wondered if I was really in the wrong…”
“Abigail.”
Diarmuid wrapped his arms firmly around her trembling body, feeling pained inside.
“I’m sorry…” he whispered as he pressed his searing lips against hers, rasping, ”I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry, Abigail…”
He planted a kiss on her cheek, his voice hoarse and seductive.
“I want to love you and protect you, but I really lost my mind when I heard that something almost happened to you again.I feel so useless for the first time ever—I mean, how could I call myself a man if I can’t even protect the ones I love? But I realized that I was out of line when I remembered how much you suffered before, and wanted to apologize for a while now, you know?”
“I won’t ever get angry with you again,” he said, resting his chin against her forehead.
‘Can you forgive me?” Abigail nodded.
“I was wrong too. Can you forgive me too?”
“Of course, silly,”
he said and kissed her longingly and passionately! The air quickly swirled with indescribable passion and tenderness, and they somehow ended up in bed soon enough.
Abigail tried to get off.
“I haven’t taken a bath…”
“It’s fine.”
“TO “
She lost herself to the night soon enough! It was a long night that somehow seemed all too brief.
Abigail eventually woke up to the blindingly bright rays of the sun.She frowned, wanting to check what time it was when a tender voice said, “It’s 10 AM.”
“Already?!”
Abigail sat up right then and smacked herself on the forehead.
How could she oversleep? As she pulled off her blanket and got off bed, Diarmuid walked over to her, “I didn’t want to wake you because you look exhausted.
You haven’t slept for two nights, have you?”
“Yeah,” Abigail whispered.
“Get washed up.Mrs.Watson has already made breakfast.Let’s get something in our stomachs.”
“Don’t you have work?” Abigail asked.
He was much busier than she was and he rarely stayed home.
“I wanted to spend some time with you.”
Abigail wrapped her arms around his neck then, and stood on her toes to kiss his lips.I’m good.Let’s go.”
“Yeah.”
While they were eating, she hesitated for a while before asking, “Did you find anything yet?”
Diarmuid naturally knew what she meant.
“Yeah.James and I will handle it, so don’t worry,” he said, and pushed a glass of warm milk up to her.
“Drink.”
Abigail did so.
Then, before they headed out…
They met the wounded chauffeur at the door, who apologized.
“Sorry I couldn’t save the lady, Mr.Althoff…”
Diarmuid knows very well that he did his best, but he blamed himself regardless—he might be able to save Erin too if he had fought harder.
“I’ve arranged for another chauffeur.You can return to work when you’re better.”
The chauffeur nodded and turned toward Abigail just then.
“Thank you, ma’am.”
He was only able to recover quickly because Abigail tended to him immediately, and he also knew how affable she was after working so long for the Althoffs.
Still, he had never expected her to completely disregard the difference in status between them showing no hesitation or contempt as she tended to him meticulously.
Abigail smiled faintly.
“It’s what I should do.”
She was a doctor and helping others was her duty, not to mention that he was hurt because of her.
“Let’s go,” Diarmuid said then and started to leave.
Abigail paused for a moment to ask, “Did Finn Crowe send you the medicine?”
The chauffeur nodded.
“Yes.”
“Take it according to the prescription, and get some proper rest.You’ll recover in no time.”
“Of course.Thank you, ma’am.”
The chauffeur bowed slightly.
“You’re welcome,” she replied and jogged to catch up to Diarmuid.
Taking her hand, he said, “He’s good, but he could be better.
Since having too many people escorting you would draw attention while you’re at work, I’ve arranged for anew chauffeur, but his main job is to protect you, while chauffeuring is his secondary task.
He’s from Nine Lives Securities, and it’s said that he could fight up to twenty alone.”
Abigail pursed her lips.
“Sorry to worry you so much.”
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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