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.
Abigail shook her head-she was feeling sleepy. Still, Diarmuid did not let her go and kept her in his embrace. He was reminded of that night, and remembered how he always found her scent familiar… and now he understood the reason She was the woman who had made him lose all restraint, and he certainly…
Not used to such kindness, Abigail was left staring at him. “It‘s not poison, is it?” It was not as if she was being suspicious–she just could not get a read on his attitude. Diarmuid was left holding her gaze for seconds. Was he such a terrible villain to her? As such, he pretended to…
Lulu‘s phone started ringing just then. Sheryl took the child off her arms and said, “You should answer it.” Picking up her phone and seeing that it was the number Abigail had just called her with, she was certain that it would be Abigail again, so she answered it with a smile. “Abigail…?” Zachary’s breaths…
Diarmuid loved every moment that she was holding him, and was smiling smugly. Looking down at her, he quietly asked, “You‘d know if I‘m strong, wouldn‘t you?” Abigail was confused, and once again wondered if he really was nuts. “How would I know?” Diarmuid said pointedly, “You‘d just know.” Abigail had no idea what he…
It did not even matter if Diarmuid loved Abigail-given the man’s usual style, he would never allow a portrait of his own wife to fall into a stranger’s hands. Moreover, it was proof that he was cucked, since Abigail was pregnant with another man’s child. The portrait was simply a reminder to Diarmuid that she…
Abigail Bernstein was a great doctor, a dancer, and a pianist. And now, a painter? Diarmuid actually doubted it-those other talents already made her plenty impressive. In fact, it was already impressive for the average individual to have two expertise. On the other hand, Harvey was getting smug because he could tell that Diarmuid missed…
“I don’t know,” she admitted. Zachary, however, believed that she was lying-how could she not know, when she had. constantly been in touch with Lulu? “I’m sure I’ve never wronged you in any way. Why did you hide this from me?” Abigail replied, “I didn’t.” Zachary doubted that, and simply sat down, leaning against the…
“Yeah,” Lulu replied. “He came to meet me in Sunny City. Remembering Zachary’s miserable state, Abigail told her, ” Did you know that he was piss drunk last night? I’ve never seen him so miserable, and it honestly hurts me to see him like that…” As Lulu became quiet, Abigail remembered that no one should…
Naturally, Harvey kept pushing him when he saw that Diarmuid appeared unaffected. “I also know that she made you a cuck.” “You can leave when you’re done,” Diarmuid said as he signed the document, and pushed the folder aside. Harvey was left fuming, feeling as if he had hit a wall and did nothing to…
Be it maids or Stan, every single employee Diarmuid had were disgustingly protective of their master! “See you around,” Harvey simply said then. “Yeah,” Abigail replied. “Who is he?” Mrs. Watson asked after he left. “An acquaintance.” Abigail simply replied. Being as kind as always, Mrs. Watson did not want Abigail to fight with Diarmuid…