With that, they headed out of the station, with Eagle helping with the luggage.
Martin rode shotgun with Eagle as he drove, while Abigail and Lulu had a chat in the back.
“It’s been a while, and you’ve changed a whole lot.” Abigail smiled and reached out to touch Lulu’s belly. “How many months?”
“Eight,” Lulu replied with a smile.
Things were going fine with Martin, since he was a good man who cared for Lulu and was understanding toward her.
Moreover, his composure gave her a sense of security, and she grew to accept him.
They just did not consummate since Lulu was heavily pregnant—they probably would become genuine spouses after she delivered the baby.
Abigail sensed that Lulu had calmed down considerably as well.
Knowing that her life must be going well, she was really happy for her!
“I wouldn’t have called you over if I knew you were pregnant,” Abigail said then, reluctant to have Lulu help her now that she was pregnant.
How could she examine a corpse while pregnant? It was such a jinx!
Still, she did not expect Lulu to get pregnant so quickly.
As she did her math in her head, she realized that Lulu must have gotten pregnant before marrying Martin.
Was this a shotgun wedding?
She quietly leaned closer to Lulu and whispered into her ear, “You must really like him, getting pregnant this quickly.”
Lulu’s smile was forced as she quietly replied, “Yeah.”
Abigail sharply noticed the change in Lulu’s expression.
Still, she blinked a couple times but said nothing.
If Lulu was keeping quiet, it meant she did not want to tell Abigail.
As such, Abigail simply smiled as if she never noticed. “When you stay with us—”
Lulu cut her short before she could finish, “We’re staying at a hotel, since there are many people in your home and you’d be inconvenienced. I’ll help you out, and I’ll be ready to leave once I’m done.”
Lulu was right—Abigail did not expect her to bring her husband.
Considering that, staying at her home might not be appropriate.
“I’ll book a hotel room for you then,” Abigail said as she whipped out her phone.
Lulu did not stop her this time. “Thank you very much. It’s your fault for being rich.”
Abigail gave her a playful nudge. “Don’t tease me.”
Once she booked a room and hung up, Lulu asked, “So? What’s this favor you need?”
“Look, I didn’t know you were pregnant—I wouldn’t have called you otherwise,” Abigail said, looking pointedly at her belly. “I think I’ll ask Diarmuid to arrange for someone else to do it since I don’t want to trouble you.”
Lulu frowned. “When did you get so cagey?”
“I’m not,” Abigail replied before touching Lulu’s belly again. “I’m just being considerate of the baby.”
Lulu had a hunch right then. “So, a post-mortem? Who’s the deceased?”
Martin turned around at the mention of a post mortem, clearly worried that she had to touch a corpse while pregnant!
Lulu shot him a glare. “What are you getting worried about? I know what I’m doing.”
Martin cleared his throat awkwardly. “Just don’t push yourself.”
Abigail saw their exchange and could not help smiling—they obviously had feelings for each other.
Still, she explained to Martin, “I didn’t know that she’s pregnant. I definitely wouldn’t have asked her to do it otherwise.”
Martin asked, “But would your issue be resolved if she doesn’t?”
“I can get someone else,” Abigail told him—Diarmuid mentioned that he could help with that before.
“Well, could you tell us what’s the issue? We might be able to help anyway,” Martin asked kindly.
He was earnest with Abigail as well since she was Lulu’s friend.
Abigail gave a summary of what happened, before concluding feebly, “Things really went out of hand with Dennis Turner’s death. I need to know the cause right now, to decide if I have a responsibility for it.”
Lulu was silent for a long while, but she eventually looked up and said very quietly, “You must never be this impulsive again, Abigail.”
Abigail nodded. “Yeah.”
“Anyway, I’m already here, so let’s go have a look,” Lulu said, deciding to help Abigail right then and walking ahead before Abigail or Martin could dissuade her. ‘Don’t worry—I can hold my own. Trust me.”
Abigail was still reluctant because of Lulu’s pregnancy.
Martin stopped her then, saying, “It’s alright. She’s made up her mind, and no one can change it.”
Abigail actually smiled. “You know her very well!”
Martin was about to say something when the car stopped outside the hotel.
Abigail alighted first and offered a hand to Lulu, but she said, “You don’t have to be so worried. I’m fine.”
Martin walked up to her and held Lulu’s arm just then, while telling her, “Here. Just be careful.”
While Lulu smiled, Eagle helped bring their luggage along.
“Let’s go in!”
Abigail walked ahead. Having booked a room, she just had to show her ID at the front desk.
But just as she entered, she ran into Zachary, who was heading out after arranging for a client to stay there.
“Abigail?”
Abigail became nervous the instant she saw him. “W-What are you doing here?”
“I…”
Before he could finish, he spotted a heavily-pregnant Lulu and the man carefully holding on to her, and his face fell right then!
Abigail quickly strode up and grabbed Zachary’s arm, warning quietly, “Don’t do anything stupid. Lulu is happy now—please don’t affect her life now.”
Zachary lowered his gaze at her in turn, growling, “So you weren’t lying, Abigail. She really is married.”
Abigail tightened her hold over his arm, warning, “I’m begging you.”
Zachary shot her a look, but he soon started laughing.
And he was getting louder by the second.
Still, he was merely laughing at himself for being delusional!
“Calm down. I won’t mess with her,” he said, his voice turning calm just then. “Now, let me go.”
However, Abigail did not because she was still skeptical. “Zachary…”
“Why don’t you trust me, hmm?” Zachary smiled.
As Abigail slowly released him, Zachary looked up and met Lulu’s gaze.
She was frozen stiff, as if lead suddenly filled her body!
Feeling her stiffness, Martin asked softly, “Are you alright?”
Lulu promptly lowered her eyes to avoid Zachary’s gaze. “N-No. Just suddenly felt a little chilly.”
“I told you to wear layers before we came. You didn’t listen,” Martin said, adjusting her clothes before taking off his own jacket and draping it over her shoulders.
His warmth still lingered on the jacket, while Lulu came to her senses and whispered, “Aren’t you cold?”
“I’m a big man. I’m fine,” Martin replied.
Zachary could not bear to watch—flaunting their affection in his face?!
“Lulu?” he called out very loudly, drawing every pair of eyes in the lobby.
Abigail nudged him with her elbow. “What are you doing?!”
“We know each other. I should at least say hi,” Zachary said as he strode toward Lulu with his hands in his pockets.
Stopping just a step away from Lulu, he asked, “Do you recognize me?”
“Yeah,” Lulu said quietly, with an almost imperceptible hoarseness in her voice.
Zachary’s hands clenched into fists in his pocket, but he remained nonchalant. “You’re married already? I didn’t receive anything though. How cold of you.”
Lulu kept her eyes lowered in silence, while Martin asked, “You’re Lulu’s friend too?”
Zachary nodded and pointed at Abigail. “Abigail and I were best friends with Lulu. I was in the same year with Lulu at med school, too. She never told you?”
Martin shook his head. “She only told me about Abigail, saying that she’s her best friend.”
Zachary added, “I was too. I used to fancy her as well, but she didn’t like me—”
“Alright, I still have a favor to ask of Lulu,” Abigail said, cutting Zachary short with a warning look. “Weren’t you busy? Don’t you have to leave?”
Zachary did not want to make things that bad, and he pursed his lips in a light smile. “Alright. Go about your business.”
Then, turning toward Martin, he said, “You owe me a wedding buffet.”
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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