Sheryl, however, already understood–she had seen how the two were behaving in the morning. Now, they had returned home together.
Rolling her eyes at Abigail, she said, “No, we just have to talk here.”
Abigail felt uneasy.
Sheryl seemed to be unhappy with Diarmuid… She wouldn’t say something out of line, would she?
“Tommy’s a baby, and he needs a family and parental love. He was born unlucky and went through a lot, and I’m naturally happy for you two since you’re together now. You have a child together. Even if I’m unhappy about it before, I’ll let it go for Tommy’s sake. Also, now that you two have decided to be together, make sure you can make this work–the most important part about living together is trust, and I hope you both have that. Alright, it’s late now and I have to cook. Just stay here and take care of Tommy.”
With that, Sheryl headed to the kitchen.
Abigail didn’t expect that from Sheryl, and walked up to give her mother a hug from the back. “Thanks, Mom.”
Sheryl smiled and patted Abigail’s hand.
“You don’t have to thank me, silly–I’m your mother. Of course I’ll wish the best for you,” she said. She leaned in to whisper into Abigail’s ear, saying, “I’m not blind, you know. I saw you two-”
“Mom!” Abigail pouted in embarrassment.
“Alright, alright, I won’t say it,” Sheryl said, before adding solemnly. “Just be happy.”
“Don’t worry, Mom.” Abigail assured her.
Sherly laughed. “Okay. I’ll go cook now.”
Abigail let go of Sheryl, and returned to the couch.
Diarmuid did not pick up Tommy–he was sitting beside Tommy and staring at the baby, who was blinking his large, round eyes at Diarmuid.
Tommy appeared curious and wasn’t throwing a fit, lying there unmoving as Diarmuid watched him.
Abigail poured Diarmuid a glass of water. “Why are you staring at him like that?”
Diarmuid did not look up, and instead asked, “Do you want to keep being a doctor, or learn business?”
Abigail sat beside him, watching Tommy.
She had always dreamt of becoming a doctor, but she couldn’t hand Bernstein Holdings completely to Ricky Bernstein yet. While the boy could manage things and was smart, he wasn’t fully capable of going independent yet.
Diarmuid could tell what she was thinking. “I can help.”
Abigail showed him a book she left on the table. “I’m studying. Still, if a success story like yourself is willing to share your experience, I will be willing to listen.
Diarmuid smiled and pinched her cheek. “Cheeky.”
Abigail pushed him away. “That hurts.”
As they chatted and joked around, Diarmuid’s mood improved considerably–he didn’t remember when he last enjoyed himself and was this relaxed.
He loved this homely feeling.
Holding Abigail’s hand, he said, “Let’s register our marriage.”
Henry pulled strings to get both their marriage and divorce done, and Diarmuid found that pointless–it only appeared serious and valid if they went together.
“Okay.” Abigail quickly agreed to it. “But it’s late now- let’s go tomorrow.”
Diarmuid nodded.
At the same time, Sheryl had made dinner and put everything on the dining table before calling them to eat.
Abigail called Ricky to see if he was coming home to eat, but the boy appeared frantic. “O–Oh, I don’t think I’m going back… I’m very busy.”
“Okay,” Abigail replied with a slight frown.
She found his reply suspicious, but did not ask.
Was Ricky hiding something from her? Why else would he seem so frantic?
“What’s wrong?” Diarmuid appeared behind Abigail without her sensing it.
Turning to look at Diarmuid, she explained, “I think something’s wrong with Ricky.”
“I’ll get Stan to look into him.” Having said that, Diarmuid whipped out his phone and called his assistant.
Abigail felt a little embarrassed. “Thank you.”
Diarmuid tapped the tip of her nose with a finger. “What’s mine is yours.”
Abigail smiled.
Still, she didn’t forget that Sheryl was around, and so wrapped her arms around his waist, pouting playfully as she joked, “Does that mean your money’s mine too?”
At once, Diarmuid felt amused and helpless. “Of course.” Abigail blinked. “Doesn’t that mean I’m very rich?”
Diarmuid smiled. “You’re very rich.”
Sheryl Harris was sitting at the dining table, smiling as she watched the two–she was pleased that her daughter found her happiness, and that Tommy now has a family.
“Come sit already,” she urged–it wouldn’t do if the food got cold.
Meanwhile, Diarmuid told Stan across the phone, “Contact me right away if you find anything unusual about Ricky.”
He hung up once Stan confirmed his orders, and headed to the dining table with Abigail.
Tommy was asleep, so they didn’t have to mind him.
Sheryl was eagerly pushing food and soup to Diarmuid–she appeared happier with him the more they interacted.
“I’m not sure what you like, so I cooked a little something. Don’t hold back.”
Diarmuid wasn’t uneasy–the mood around the dining table actually suited him.
It had been a long while since he felt at home.
“Once Abigail and I registered our marriage, please pick a date for us. I wish to give her a wedding,” he said, offering Sheryl assurance while acknowledging and confirming his relationship with Abigail.
Sheryl didn’t expect him to mention that. Both of them were reluctant to get married before. Now that they were together, they should tie the knot.
Smiling and nodding, Sheryl said, “Of course. I will definitely pick a fine date for you.”
“Thank you,” Diarmuid said.
“We’re family now–there’s no need to be so polite.” Sheryl was certainly happy Diarmuid was being so thoughtful.
It was obvious that he cared about Abigail.
Even if things did not start ideally for them, the outcome was perfect: a child, a family of three.
Sheryl found herself smiling blissfully.
After dinner, Diarmuid asked, “Can I stay?”
Abigail beat Sheryl to it. “No–we’re getting registered and we’ll have a proper wedding. I’ll take Tommy back to your mansion once all that’s done.”
In truth, her quick refusal was actually out of embarrassment–letting Diarmuid stay while her mother was here?
Sheryl rose to her feet and picked up the dishes before heading to the kitchen. “It’s your business, so decide on your own. I won’t meddle.”
Abigail pulled Diarmuid along, saying, “Come. I’ll walk you out.
Diarmuid frowned. “You’re afraid that I’d stay?”
Abigail averted his eyes. “Your grandfather filled out our divorce papers. We aren’t actually married right now.”
“Excuses.” Diarmuid gathered her in his arms. He knew that she was feeling shy, but refrained from exposing her. ” Let’s have a stroll together, shall we?”
“Okay.” Abigail nodded.
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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