Diarmuid saw the woman walking around the circular fountain in front of the hotel. She was wearing a khaki trench coat with a white floral dress, and her black mini boots were short enough to bare her fair legs. Despite being heavily pregnant, she was not swelling up. Her black hair was spread over her shoulders, and despite the face mask hiding her face, it did not hide her tenderness.
As James stopped the car, Diarmuid alighted and started toward her.
Abigail had been keeping her head lowered and did not notice the person coming toward her, so she suddenly found her way blocked by another person.
She tried to move to the right, but the person before mimicked her to keep blocking her path, doing the same when she moved to the left.
Frowning in slight annoyance, she growled, “Could you-“
She trailed off when she looked up and saw the person before her, and she quickly lowered her head again guiltily.
“Please, excuse me,” she said, but there was a quiver in her voice.
Even so, that single look was enough for Diarmuid to recognize her.
Who else could she be?
“What if I refuse?” he said with faint anger.
Abigail, clutching her belly, tried to turn and leave, but Diarmuid quickly caught her by the wrist and pulled her back to the hotel without a word.
She panicked-she had never expected Diarmuid to recognize her as soon as she returned, even catching hold of her!
“You’ve the wrong person,” she said, bracing herself.
Diarmuid stopped in his tracks. “You’re not Jane Tanner?”
Abigail was left confused, but she refrained from struggling because she was heavily pregnant.
After Diarmuid pulled her to the room, he growled, “Card.”
Abigail’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Y-You know where I’m staying?”
Impatient, Diarmuid began to scrounge through her trench coat pockets before finding it. He then proceeded to swipe it and pulled her inside.
And the instant he closed the door, he pinned her against it, his eyes locked on hers as he flashed a smile-it did not quite reach his eyes, and was actually intimidating.
He suddenly reached out and tore her face mask off, and she turned away in reflex to hide her facial scars.
“Are you hiding?” His gaze was dark like a bottomless abyss just then.
Abigail lowered her gaze, her voice hoarse for some reason. “I…”
She had so much to say, but did not know what to tell him.
Was she supposed to complain that he did not love her?
Or was she supposed to explain that she would never use their son to force him to stay with her?It was hilarious thinking about it now.
“How did you know I was-Umph!”
He had forced his lips onto hers without warning and he was devouring her viciously. At the same time, his hand firmly brushed through her hair to hold her head, forcing her to meet his firm kiss.
The familiar scent upended Abigail’s thoughts, and her handbag slid off her hand.
She slowly closed her eyes, but that was how easily one would be moved when they are in love.
Even if she repeatedly told herself to calm down, her heart and mind are always easily messed up when she was face to face with him.
Restraint? What a joke. She slowly raised her hands, wrapping them around his waist as she greedily breathed in his scent.
“Who’s the father?”
She had been entranced by the kiss, but the growling question cleared her mind right then.Her eyes widened, her pupils dilating.
At the very next instant, she shoved him away as hard as she could, her fingers curling into her palm in fury. He has every right to not love her, but he had no right to slander her! Her body shook violently, and she raised her hand to slap him across the face!
‘Diarmuid Althoff, you have every right to not love me… But you have no right to question my virtue.”
With that, Abigail reached for the doorknob, opening it with a click.
However, Diarmuid caught her hand. “I’m sorry.”
Stephen’s words had struck him where it hurt, and he let his own anger get the battle of him.
Moreover, she really was pregnant, which was why he had such a poor choice of words.
‘Abigail, if I didn’t love you, I’d never be with you even if we had ten children. All I wanted to do was protect you, that’s why I said I was only staying with you because of Tommy-the more I showed concern for you in front of lan, the more he would want to hurt you.”
Abigail looked up, forgetting her scars in shock.He had said that because he did not want lan to hurt her.
So, was it all just a misunderstanding?
Diarmuid’s eyes landed on her scars then and his expression darkened further.His throat felt stiff and he could not speak.
Abigail came to her senses when she realized what he was looking at. She quickly tried to hide it, but her hands seemed to be at a loss if she should brush her hair over it or pull up her collar.
Looks are everything for women, and it was natural that she did not want the man she loved to see her hideous face.
“Don’t look,” she murmured, lowering her head.
Nonetheless, Diarmuid cupped her face so that she looked at himself.
Two pairs of eyes-one evasive, the other gazing lovingly.He studied the burn scars that stretched from her face to neck. The skin was left wrinkled, uneven, and reddened-unseemly, even hideous.
All he felt was pain and heartache.
Abigail’s eyes welled with tears. “Don’t look. It’s ugly.”
She certainly did not like the way he stared, taking in her ugliest state.
Diarmuid simply gathered her in his arms, his face pressing against the burned side of her face and whispering gently into her ear, ‘It isn’t.”
Abigail knew very well how she looked. “You’re lying.”
“It must have hurt,” he simply said, carefully caressing her and kissing her on the forehead. “I’m sorry.”
He blamed himself for not protecting her, allowing lan to capture her, and for saying what he did without thinking, sending her running away with their child.
Abigail leaned on his chest and asked, “How did you know I was here?”
She did not understand how Diarmuid discovered her-he never realized that’ Jane Tanner’ was actually her back in Minerva.
“Stephen Carr… And I’ll definitely kill him,” Diarmuid growled through his teeth, having almost fallen for Stephen’s lies.
Now that he had calmed down and thought about it, the look on Stephen’s face made it clear that he was messing with him, intent on provoking him.
“Stephen?” Abigail was actually surprised.
“He told me that you fell in love with someone else and did everything to leave me…”
’He said that?” Abigail looked up at him. “Is that why you believe I was with someone else and had their child?”
‘I… I didn’t believe him,” he said, clearly averting his eyes in guilt.
He had let his anger get the better of him, but he would not have if he had doubted Stephen.
After all, Stephen told him that Abigail left him because she no longer loved him-what if it was true? He felt uncertain about why she left, but now he knew, and it was all because she misunderstood him.
“Diarmuid Althoff, actually feeling guilty?”
It had hurt her considerably when he asked her who the father was.
“What a coincidence-I need to talk to Stephen. I’ll ask him why he said that when I do, so are you coming along?” she asked.
She naturally wanted to prove that Stephen was lying.
After all, she had been gone for months, and it was natural for Diarmuid to get suspicious now that she was pregnant.
It just went to show that they did not fully trust each other yet.
Diarmuid naturally would not refuse her, but he did not want it to be today. “We can go tomorrow-“
“It’s urgent. Tomorrow would be too late,” she insisted.
Diarmuid had no choice but to take her there, and they soon arrived. Abigail pressed the doorbell, and someone soon answered…
‘Diarmuid Althoff, you have every right to not love me… But you have no right to question my virtue.”
With that, Abigail reached for the doorknob, opening it with a click.
However, Diarmuid caught her hand. “I’m sorry.”
Stephen’s words had struck him where it hurt, and he let his own anger get the battle of him.
Moreover, she really was pregnant, which was why he had such a poor choice of words.
‘Abigail, if I didn’t love you, I’d never be with you even if we had ten children. All I wanted to do was protect you, that’s why I said I was only staying with you because of Tommy- the more I showed concern for you in front of lan, the more he would want to hurt you.”
Abigail looked up, forgetting her scars in shock.
He had said that because he did not want lan to hurt her.
So, was it all just a misunderstanding?
Diarmuid’s eyes landed on her scars then and his expression darkened further.
His throat felt stiff and he could not speak.
Abigail came to her senses when she realized what he was looking at. She quickly tried to hide it, but her hands seemed to be at a
loss if she should brush her hair over it or pull up her collar.
Looks are everything for women, and it was natural that she did not want the man she loved to see her hideous face.
“Don’t look,” she murmured, lowering her head.
Nonetheless, Diarmuid cupped her face so that she looked at himself.
Two pairs of eyes-one evasive, the other gazing lovingly.
He studied the burn scars that stretched from her face to neck. The skin was left wrinkled, uneven, and reddened-unseemly, even hideous.
All he felt was pain and heartache.
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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