She only emerged over an hour later, and Diarmuid sat up as she approached their bed.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her to him.
She struggled, but that only made Diarmuid tighten his hold on her.
His warm, dank breath tickled her ears as he asked, you having problems? Do you need my help?”
“Why’d you ask?” Abigail asked.
“You seem upset,” he replied.
“Are
Abigail hung her head. She thought she managed to hide it, but Diarmuid found out anyway.
“I’m not upset. Just tired,” she said quietly, doing her best to sound calm.
“Then I’m hugging you to sleep.” Diarmuid said as he lay down, while she took Tommy in her arms in turn.
A pale ray of moonlight trickled in through the white curtains, sprinkling on top of their blanket, the floor and the table.
Abigail was unable to sleep at all, but kept her eyes closed so that Diarmuid thought she did.
She dozed off and woke up just before daybreak, and couldn’t fall asleep again.
As she stared at the window, she heard a buzz–Diarmuid’s phone was vibrating on the table, waking him as well.
He promptly took it and hung up, afraid of waking Abigail and Tommy.
He then quietly got off bed with it and headed to the balcony, closing the sliding glass door behind himself and calling Stan back.
“What is it?”
“You told me to keep an eye on Kathy, right? Our men saw her leaving to meet Quincy,.” Stan said.
Diarmuid narrowed his eyes. “What were they discussing?”
“They couldn’t get too close. You know how wary Quincy is, and they didn’t want to be noticed…”
“Got it. Save the details for later.”
He hung up and returned inside, and just as he put down. his phone, Abigail asked, “Who was that?”
It wasn’t as if she was being sensitive–she couldn’t help being suspicious after she found out what happened to Kathy yesterday. It felt like a splinter was stuck in her mind, hurting her deeply.
Moreover, Diarmuid even hung up that call beside her, and only called the other person back when she was out of earshot.
It simply made her even more uncomfortable.
“It’s Stan. Something came up.” Diarmuid sat beside her and helped straighten her disheveled hair. “It’s still early- you can sleep in. I need to see to something.”
Abigail bit her lip. “Is it really that urgent? The sun isn’t even up.”
Diarmuid chuckled softly, his morning voice hoarse yet exceeding alluring. “What, don’t want me to leave?”
“I’m not…” Abigail denied it at first, but soon became silent for a while.
Eventually, she admitted, “Yeah, I don’t want you to go.”
Diarmuid loved that she was being clingy.
“Okay,” he replied quickly without hesitation.
That actually left Abigail doubtful.
Was it possible that she misunderstood him?
After all, he really loved Tommy.
“What’s in your mind?” Diarmuid reached out to gather her in her arms while she was left conflicted.
Abigail evaded him by instinct even though she didn’t mean to her suspicion of him getting it on with Kathy made her repulsed by the notion of being intimate with him.
As Diarmuid’s hands were left hanging mid–air, she quickly tried to divert his attention. “Hmm… Where’s Tommy?”
Diarmuid glanced at the bed, where their son was sleeping soundly. It looked like Tommy wasn’t about to wake up anytime soon.
He had actually noticed that Abigail was being weird, but did not point it out. Even so, he calmly lowered his hands. and pinched her button nose. “I won’t get upset with you.
Abigail pretended to wince and shot him a glare. “You’re such a bully.”
Diarmuid checked the time. “Go back to bed. I’m getting a drink from the living room.”
Abigail nodded, and he stared at her for a while before leaving the bedroom.
He sat on the couch, picked up the phone on the table and dialed a number, which was soon answered.
“Mr. Althoff?” A sleepy voice asked from the other end.
“Come over right now,” Diarmuid said.
“Yes, sir.”
Diarmuid hung up and leaned into the couch, appearing tired as he rubbed the spot between his brows.
Soon, Jimmy the chauffeur entered the front door.
“Mr. Althoff.”
Diarmuid slowly looked up but otherwise did not move. Where did she go last night?”
Jimmy lowered his head awkwardly. “She told me not to say…”
“What?” Diarmuid growled, raising a brow in clear dissatisfaction.
Jimmy gave in right away–it was not as if he wasn’t trustworthy, but Diarmuid was the one paying him, and he had to answer as he was Diarmuid’s employee. “A–A hospital.
“Which one?” Diarmuid asked, though he had an idea.
“Evenal.” Jimmy replied.
Diarmuid closed his eyes. “I see. You can go now.‘
“Yes, sir,” Jimmy said, and left.
Diarmuid sighed lengthily, and slowly got up, returning to the bedroom.
He opened the door to find Abigail lying on her side, staring at Tommy.
Diarmuid walked in and scoop up the baby in his arms.
“What are you doing?” Abigail exclaimed softly in surprise. “You’re going to wake him.”
“I’ll keep it down,” Diarmuid said, and left.
Abigail got off bed, following him without caring how she looked just then. “Where are you taking him?”
“To Mrs. Watson.”
Abigail caught her arm. “It’s almost morning, anyway. He’ll wake up soon.”
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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