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.
Knock, knock! Suddenly, someone was knocking on the door, and Lionel entered before Abigail said a thing “Abigail!” He promptly got to the point. “You have to talk to Diarmuid Althoff.” After more than a week had passed, he was now more than aware of the details about the car accident Ricky was involved in.…
How could he not spare him an inch of dignity at all?! After being denied by Abigail and now getting cold-shouldered by Diarmuid, Lionel stormed off angrily. On the other hand, Abigail overheard Lionel greeting Diarmuid by the door, and promptly pretended to fall asleep. Naturally, Diarmuid felt as if his chest was ablaze. “Are…
“Why not, Mrs. Althoff?” Mrs. Watson could not understand, but she was not aware of the nature of Abigail and Diarmuid’s marriage. Abigail, however, believed that Whitney had every reason to overreact after recently losing her child, and she would no doubt have Diarmuid’s understanding. So what good would come of telling him? “Just watch…
If she had drunk that water instead, and that man had been in this ward… she did not. even want to think about what would have inevitably happened. With that in mind, her gaze turned icy. Still, she searched her memory and remembered that Diarmuid was being neutral toward Whitney right now… Was it because…
Ever since Whitney showed up, she never touched any food made by the hospital, and only stuck to the food Mrs. Watson brought. Whitney had spiked her drink, but it somehow ended up with Diarmuid drinking it-taking the bullet for her, figuratively. Whipping out her phone, she called Zachary and told him about Diarmuid’s condition.…
Samantha tried to reach for Abigail again, but Zachary stopped her and warned , “Mess around again, and I’m calling the cops!” That finally kept the woman in line. Leading Abigail to his car, he asked, “What’s going on here? I told you I’d help you get discharged. Why were you trying to leave early?”…
“No, I‘m not.” Abigail quickly stopped touching herself. Nonetheless, Mrs. Watson still appeared suspicious.” Well, I think I‘m seeing a little belly there… You’ve been eating a lot lately, haven‘t you? Though your cheeks and arms hadn‘t changed much.” “Well, fat does gather in the stomach first,” Abigail explained hastily, and asked, “By the way,…
Diarmuid had initially been indifferent toward the entire event, but looked upstage when Mark prompted him. Beneath the chandelier, a gorgeous figure sat elegantly before the piano. He raised his brow in surprise. To think that Abigail would show up at a place like this… and to think that she could play the piano! “Ms.…
Her eyes widened in surprise as she looked at him, her eyelashes twitching as she stared at him. “What are you doing?” In reality, Diarmuid did not return over the last few days because he was giving her the cold treatment for telling Zachary to find him a woman. She appeared completely unaffected , however,…
Now, she felt at home. Taking off his jacket , he threw it casually on the couch and strode into the kitchen. “Abigail Bernstein.” The woman was using the chopping board, and turned to glance at the man standing by the doorway. “Hold on a moment.” Diarmuid naturally knew that she would not be done…