Abigail Bernstein was a quiet and obedient girl who seldom say NO to her father’s decisions. Even when it’s about her marriage.
To save their family’s company out of bankruptcy, her father arranged her to marry Diarmuid Althoff, the grandson of a billionaire. But on their wedding day, the groom did not appear. Abigail was disappointed but could do nothing about it.
Alone and boring on wedding night, Abigail accepted to replace her colleague’s shift. At her workplace, the hospital, she saved a wounded man being hunted down by gangsters, and made out with this stranger to blow off steam.
The stranger, however, turned out to be her husband that did not show up at the altar.
Molly was quickly on her knees, begging for mercy. “I really don’t know anything! Please, just let me go!” “She’s stubborn. She’s really refusing to talk,” James said then. Diarmuid looked at her in disdain with his cool visage. “Stubborn? I believe that they always talk. If they don’t, it just means that the approach…
Abigail considered it, but she gave Diarmuid a call first. “Has James found anything?” “I think he has. He’s returning to the office soon.” “I’ll get to you right now,” she said immediately at that, hanging up and returning her phone to her pocket. “To Twinrise’s headquarters, please.” “Yes, ma’am,” Eagle replied. However, they were…
Abigail smiled too—she could not care what others would say, or that they were in his office. She simply kept her hands around him, refusing to let go. It was unprecedented, but she was really clingy today. “Aren’t you worried that everyone else in the building would accuse you of bewitching me with your good…
Tommy immediately started pouting again, his eyes puffy and welling with tears. “He’s upset because I didn’t let Abigail carry him,” Sheryl said. Tommy in turn nestled his face against Diarmuid’s neck and sobbed, “But Mommy really wanted to carry me.” Sheryl was speechless. “Who would want to carry you? You’re so heavy.” Tommy merely…
“Then tell me, what reason would Abigail Bernstein have to hurt your father?” James asked in return. “Was there a grudge between them? If there was, would he have appointed Abigail to be his successor?” Neil said nothing, because he could not argue against that. James then added, “The police have already performed an autopsy…
Martin sat up, asking, “Hungry? What do you want to eat? I’ll get breakfast.” He usually did the same every morning back home, since he was a bad cook. He did not mind the hassle at all, making it a routine to only buy the stuff she liked. When he heard from a colleague that…
Reaching out to pat Lulu’s belly, she said, “If this one’s a girl, I’ll have her as my daughter-in-law.” Lulu gave her hand a smack. “Your son’s still a toddler, and you’re already looking for a daughter-in- law? You’re really eager to become a mother-in-law, huh?” “Can’t help it.” Abigail shrugged. “Too many sons.” “You…
Abigail thought nothing of it, while Sheryl told her, “We’re almost ready here. You can go!” “Yes, yes,” Mrs Watson echoed. As such, when she was done, Abigail dragged Diarmuid along out of the kitchen, but saw no one when they stepped out to the living room. They went outside to find everyone in the…
The atmosphere was unusually dull, save for the occasional clink as a fork or a knife met the plate. James broke the silence, raising his glass and toasting Martin. “Thank you for coming all the way here to help.” “Oh, it’s what we should do,” Martin replied. “Transportation here is convenient anyway.” “Well, without Lulu…
“No, you shouldn’t,” Erin turned to look at him with a serious look. “You have to help my dear brother.” James pouted. “‘Dear brother?’” Erin looked up to meet his gaze. “Of course. Even if we’re not related by blood, he acknowledges our siblinghood.” “You only realize that now?” he teased. James made a serious…