Abigail quickly scooped up Tommy and rushed to the stairs, asking, “What-”
Before she could finish, she saw the carnage downstairs!
On the floor, Ricky was lying on his back. His bath towel–which must have loosened from his waist–was just covering his privates.
Lulu was standing at the living room, a glass of water in hand as she stared impassively at him.
Sheryl was nearby as well, gaping at Ricky in shock
Abigail was speechless.
What was going on here?!
Nonetheless, a resounding scream soon followed, and she had to cover Tommy’s ears. “Aaarrrggghhh!!!”
Ricky’s fair buttcheeks were bare even as he held his towel against his groin as he fled. Bang!
The door was shut so loudly that Tommy jumped in surprise.
Abigail stood at the stairway and looked downstairs, asking, “What happened there?”
Lulu calmly drank her glass of water before telling her.
“He came out of the shower with just a towel around his waist, and asked me for water since he saw me drinking. He wasn’t watching where he was going while he drank, and knocked into the table, tripped, and fell, breaking the glass…”
Abigail was at a loss for words–Lulu cared more about the glass, and not whether Ricky was hurt?
“Ricky has been kind to you. You should show some concern,” Abigail told her.
With Zachary married, there was no chance for Lulu to be with him now.
On the other hand, even though Ricky was younger than Lulu, he really liked her… and a relationship might not even be out of the question, and the fact that Ricky inherited his mother’s good looks was a plus.
Lulu could tell that Abigail was trying to get them together and really wanted to roll her eyes at her friend.
“Dream on.”
Abigail blinked. “What’s wrong with Ricky?”
“I’m older than him, and you want me to become your sister–in–law?”
Sheryl could not help chuckling. “Age isn’t an issue. All that matters is that you both like each other.”
While Lulu was left speechless, Abigail chimed in, “Hear, hear…”
“Quit it. Also, I’m not into him,” Lulu growled. “I have to go now.”
Abigail headed downstairs while still carrying Tommy. “I’m just kidding. Don’t get so upset.”
“I’m not. Look, I’m a little worried that Ricky would catch me blushing.” Lulu said. “And I still have a job, y’know.”
Abigail understood that, and passed Tommy to Sheryl. “I’m going to the station with Lulu.”
“Okay,” Sheryl replied, and Abigail left with Lulu to the high speed–rail station–Lulu had booked her tickets online beforehand.
Along the way, Abigail asked Lulu, “Do you hate Zachary?”
“No,” Lulu replied–after they had weathered so much and still failed to stay together, it was just a sign that it was not meant to be.
As such, there was no way to beat herself over it and give herself grief.
Smiling at Abigail, she said, “I’ll do my best to keep on living. Don’t worry.”
Abigail nodded, when Lulu suddenly said, “Actually, you don’t look well recently yourself, Abigail. Is Diarmuid cheating on you?”
Abigail quickly shook her head. “No… I’m just getting worn out from work.”
“Alright, but take good care of yourself. Don’t wear yourself out so much you end up looking like a granny in your thirties.” Lulu warned.
Abigail rubbed her cheeks. “Do I look that bad?”
“Yup,” Lulu replied shortly.
Abigail thought then that it was time she be careful, or she would hurt the child in her belly.
Her hand reached up her belly at the thought of the child–the timing of their arrival was certainly as delightful as it was worrying.
It was delightful since she might realize Diarmuid’s hope for a daughter, but worrying because things were strained between Diarmuid and herself.
“What’s wrong, Abigail? Are you hungry?” Lulu asked, noticing what she was doing with her hand just then.
Abigail quickly removed her hand. “Nope.”
After seeing Lulu off, Abigail headed to the grocery store. It was her day off, and she wanted some fresh fruits as she took her break.
She alighted and paid the fare when she arrived, but before she headed inside, she saw Zachary’s car.
She wanted to go up and greet him, but it was Ember who alighted.
With her baseball cap and sunglasses, it was obvious she wanted to hide her face.
Abigail stopped in her tracks, but decided it was nothing weird with Ember driving Zachary’s car now that they were married.
She did not want to talk to Ember, so she kept a wide berth. However, just as she was about to enter the grocery store through another doorway, she noticed that Ember was sneaking down to the basement. parking lot instead.
Abigail was puzzled–did she have an unmentionable secret?
Spurred by curiosity, she quietly tailed Ember, hiding behind a pillar when she spotted Ember meeting a man!
Abigail watched as Ember passed the man a thick envelope and said, “You’d better keep your mouth shut.”
Her voice was lowered, but the threatening edge was clear.
The man was busy groping the envelope to feel its thickness and he grinned in satisfaction. “I won’t breathe a word–don’t worry.”
Ember then looked around, pressing her cap down even though she saw no one around them. “I’m going now. Don’t ever contact me.”
“Of course,” the man chuckled. “Still, if you want more banners hung, you can contact me. Anyone loves making easy money.”
Ember did not refuse him. “Don’t worry–I’ll call you if there’s more work to be done. The condition is that you keep your mouth shut, and money will never be a problem.”
“My lips are sealed with industrial glue. Also, are you satisfied with my performance?”
Ember nodded her objective had certainly been achieved.
She was the one who hired this man to flash those banners at Central Tower just to pin the blame on Lulu.
That would drive a rift between Zachary and Lulu, while Mrs. Slate’s distaste of Lulu piled up.
The outcome was certainly ideal, and she could tell from their confrontation in the morning that Mrs. Slate could not have hated Lulu more.
No one would know she was behind the banners–it was her own wedding after all,
Who would suspect the innocent bride? If anything, they would suspect Zachary’s former flame.
“Alright. You know the middleman if you need a job done, right?” the man asked just then.
“Yeah,” Ember replied.
After all, they even avoided phone calls and wire transfer, so that they did not leave a paper trail.
Soon, the man counted his payment as he left with a satisfied grin.
Meanwhile, Abigail was stunned by the discovery that Ember was behind the banners.
That was her own wedding… but she was willing to tarnish it just to frame Lulu?
Abigail felt chills at the very thought that Ember was such a schemer!
To say that one should not judge her by her appearance was an understatement–her naive, doll–like appearance was utterly deceiving!
She thought to herself then that if she ever encountered Ember again, she was going to keep an extra eye on Ember.
Taking a moment to calm herself, she returned to the grocery store and bought a truckload of groceries.
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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