What did she take him for?
He suddenly scooped Abigail up in his arms.
She smacked him on the shoulder. “What are you doing?! You scared me.”
That came out of the blue!
Diarmuid simply carried her to bed. “I need you to distract me too.”
Abigail was speechless.
“Stop it,” she murmured softly. “You know I’m under a lot of pressure.”
Diarmuid lowered his gaze at her. “I’ll make you relax.”
Abigail was too flustered for that. “Don’t need it.”
Her legs were still sore!
Even so, Diarmuid simply put her in bed and pinned her beneath himself.
“Urgh…” she murmured as she kept both hands against his chest. “I’m tired…”
“Really? But you can go to the hospital just fine.”
Abigail tried to cajole him. “Please, just let me go to the hospital for a look. I’d be less worried—”
Diarmuid’s lips were on hers before she could finish.
Unable to get away, she was at his mercy as he lorded over her heart and body!
Soon, things spiraled beyond primal passion!
…
It was past 3 AM when they finally stopped, with Abigail basically left feeling like a puddle—she was not going to make it outside today.
As Diarmuid cleaned her up, he told her, “Sleep.”
Abigail shot him a complaining look, but he simply chuckled in his alluring voice. “Hmm. You can still glare at me? Guess I haven’t gone all out.”
“Diarmuid… Althoff…” She grunted his name even as she shoved at him with her foot.
He simply caught her by her fair ankles. “Still have the strength to kick me? Yeah. It seems I need to go harder next time.”
“Shut up,” Abigail said, and pull the blanket over herself. “I’m going to sleep.”
“Good,” Diarmuid murmured and leaned in to kiss her on the calf before tucking her leg under the blanket too. “Just sleep. I’m washing up.”
“Whatever,” she snorted.
…
James Cross’s work efficiency and mood both improved after he returned from Minerva.
Zachary Slate, who was having a discussion with a potential partner at a diner, spotted him eating there alone.
The man was looking at his phone, smiling from time to time.
Zachary was eventually finished with his discussion and he made his way toward James.
Since the other man was too focused on his phone, Zachary managed to sneak around him and look over his shoulder at his phone screen.
He saw James typing in the chat box at lightning speed: [I miss you.]
Then, he sent it.
A reply came immediately after.
[I miss you too.]
“Yo, that’s cringe,” Zachary could not help saying out loud.
James quickly put away his phone and turned to find Zachary watching himself gleefully.
He was speechless for a moment.
Screw this guy!
“Are you some sort of voyeur?”
Zachary clicked his tongue twice. “You look like you have something to hide, but you’re calling me a voyeur? You’re the pervert here.”
“I can tell my lady whatever I like. Why do you care?” James snorted coolly. “You’re just obviously jealous that others are doing fine.”
“Hah! I’m jealous?” Zachary said as he sat opposite him. “You’re the brazen one, flaunting your lovey- dovey relationship in public.”
James held his gaze for a few moments and said, “I think you’re losing your mind from jealousy.”
Zachary gave him a clever-girl look. “You can tell?”
James was speechless for a moment. “Buzz off!”
Zachary chuckled as the other man rose to his feet. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m in a diner. Do you think I’m taking a bath here instead?”
James was speechless again and he really wanted to tell Zachary to buzz off just then!
“Let’s go together. I was here for a business meeting and I’m done now,” Zachary said, looking serious just then.
James shot him a look. “You’ve been busy for a while now, huh?”
Zachary certainly did not deny that—in fact, he was busy right now.
Keeping himself buried in work afforded him a fulfilling life, since he would not have the time to let his thoughts wander.
“Are you free? How about a drink?” James asked.
“Sure,” Zachary replied.
James put a hand on his shoulder then. “How have you been?”
“What do you mean?” Zachary asked.
James snorted. “You know what I mean. How have you been doing lately? I mean, why would I ask you about your love life when it’s just a pile of shit now?”
Zachary was speechless. “Can’t you act more civilized?”
“What, am I not civilized?” James asked innocently. “I actually think I am.”
“Fine!”
With that, the duo bickered as they left the diner and drove to a bar.
They danced, drank, and talked.
Time flew as they did, but they started to drink more as they talked about the unhappy stuff.
In reality, James felt pressured too.
He still felt bad about Erin Gooding—not from aversion, but sympathy.
Before what happened, she was such a good kid and she always seemed to glow.
He felt as if he did not take good care of her, and that led to losing their child and her torment.
Zachary was complaining about how things ended with Lulu in turn.
They were separated, reunited only to separate again… there was no way he could just forget about it after so much.
As they drank glass after glass, Zachary suddenly slammed his glass on the table and scoffed. “Diarmuid is the happiest among us now, isn’t he?”
James nodded.
That was certainly undeniable that Diarmuid was living on cloud nine these days.
“It’s just unfair,” Zachary growled.
They were all men.
And yet, some like him had to lead a dull life, while others like Diarmuid lived in such bliss one could not help but get envious!
…
Diarmuid had just fallen asleep when he got a call.
Worried that he would wake Abigail, he answered it outside the room.
“Diarmuid? I’m outside,” Zachary said drunkenly as soon as Diarmuid took his call.
Diarmuid scowled. “Do you know what time it is?”
“Hehe… What?”
Diarmuid was speechless, but simply hung up and turned off his phone in one swift stroke before returning to his room and going to sleep with Abigail in his arms.
He woke up at eight, by which he completely forgot about Zachary’s call, simply treating it as drunken babble!
“Have some more. You didn’t have dinner last night,” Diarmuid said as he passed Abigail his scrambled eggs.
“My stomach can only take that much,” Abigail protested. “I can’t finish it even if you throw it at me.”
She returned the scrambled eggs to his plate, which got even more scrambled as they moved it around.
Diarmuid had no choice but to do it 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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