At the same time, Zachary saw Diarmuid’s murderous gaze. He gestured for Abigail to get off as he quickly explained, “I saw nothing.” Once that was done, he quickly drove off, fearful that Diarmuid’s wrath would catch him. Be that as it may, Abigail pursed her lips and glared at Diarmuid hostilely! It left Diarmuid frowning. He had yet to punish her, and she wanted to turn the tables already? She was simply outrageous! “Get in the car!” he barked. Abigail did so, but jibed, “Birds of the same feather flock together!” “What was that?!” Diarmuid grabbed her chin right then. “You really want to die, don’t you? Did you forget everything I said?!” His hold was firm, almost dislocating her jaw, but she sharply shot back, “I do remember, but I won’t play along. Why are you demanding that I act like a wife, when you aren’t doing the same?”
The thought of what Whitney had done to her left her incensed! “If you don’t want me to be around men, fine-only if you cut off Whitney Cox! Can you do that?” Diarmuid’s dark expression abruptly eased, and he listed a brow while asking a little cheerfully, “What are you jealous?”
Abigail promptly denied it. “Why would I be?”
Diarmuid’s face fell right then
she was truly amazing, having a million ways to upset him!
“Your mother is staying at Charity Hospital, isn’t she?” he said as he leaned in, his warm breath that was filled with a man’s possessiveness leaving her cheek hot. “Go on, keep pissing me off.” Abigail flinched, but flew into a rage in the next instant and grabbed his neck-her mother had always been her Achilles’ heel. In fact, she could bear with anything he would throw at her, but not if he threatened her mother!
“If you touch her, I swear I’ll take you down even if it kills me!”
Diarmuid did not move, suddenly realizing that even though she was weak, her claws were sharp-she certainly did not hesitate to fight back once pushed over the edge. Smiling, he said quietly, “Go on, strangle me. I’m giving you the chance.” Stan glanced behind through at the rearview mirror, and felt a desire to give Abigail a thumbs up right then. Amazing! She actually dared to wring Diarmuid’s neck!
Be that as it may, Abigail was never going to kill him. While anger could drive people to resort to radical behavior, they would likewise withdraw when they calmed down. Though she slowly released his neck, she made herself clear. “You shouldn’t tell me to act like a wife because I’d never ask you to act like my husband. Ask me again when you can actually behave like one.”
She drew the line in the sand! Whitney was threatening the children in her belly, and as a mother, it was a basic instinct to respond and retaliate! “Fine.” Diarmuid, however, agreed to it without hesitation.
It left Abigail surprised. “Aren’t you in love with Whitney?”
Why would he agree to this?
Whitney had even bragged to her today that Diarmuid had told her everything. In fact, Abigail only got her job back because Whitney had asked him.
He was very difficult to reason with, because even someone like Zachary had failed to persuade him to be soft on her… And yet, Whitney had managed it.
Suddenly, Abigail was a little confused about Diarmuid’s relationship with Whitney.
In reality, Diarmuid did not want to talk about Whitney at all. His face stiffening, he growled, “Don’t ask.”
“Then could I ask you not to ask me so many questions, including my relationships with men?” Abigail shot back
Diarmuid realized right then that she could really leave him fuming every waking minute! “Could you shut the fuck up?!” he snapped.
Abigail raised her chin defiantly because she must.
“No,” she retorted. Giving in, Diarmuid explained, “There’s nothing between us, but I have to offer her special privileges after certain things happened-thats all.”
It was outrageous that he would explain himself to anyone, but ever since he learned that Whitney had a boyfriend, he felt nothing for her ever again. The night they shared? The tender moment? All those sentiment, gone!
All he felt for her now was tolerance, just because she had saved him that night. Feelings had nothing to do with it!
At the same time, Abigail’s eyes widened as if she had discovered some incredible secret.
So he was just being nice because he owed her-there was no sentiment involved.
She grinned, a marvelous idea occurring to her just then. Diarmuid frowned. “What are you smiling at?”
“Nothing,” she replied, but her tone was gentle like never before, which left Diarmuid beside himself in shock!
He looked at her, puzzled and wondering why she was acting so strangely.
Somehow, Abigail’s enthusiasm continued to the next morning.
She made breakfast, even going so far as to ask Mrs. Watson about what Diarmuid liked the eagerness to please him was too obvious.
Sitting by the dining table, Diarmuid’s gaze swept over the breakfast that looked exceedingly scrumptious, and he quickly exposed her. “Tell me, then-what is it you want?” .
Abigail flashed a fawning smile, while heating a glass of milk for him affectionately.” Why don’t you have a taste of my cooking? Do you like it?” Diarmuid took a bite of the fried egg she made, chewed a little before saying seriously, “It’s fine. Mrs. Watson cooks better.” Abigail wanted to roll her eyes then–how could fried eggs taste different? Did he somehow identify two different flavors? Still, she needed his help, so she maintained her smile. “I’ll keep doing my best until you’re satisfied.”
Soon, Diarmuid was finished, and picked up his napkin to wipe his mouth elegantly. “Still
not going to tell me? I’m leaving soon.” “Could you give me a ride to the hospital?” Abigail quickly asked.
Diarmuid glanced at her sideways, seeing through her right then but staying silent. She really was a vengeful bitch… and he somehow liked it? Still, he agreed to it, and she bowed reverently. “Thank you.” “You’re welcome,” he replied.
After Abigail groomed herself and stepped outside the mansion, Diarmuid’s car was already waiting Collecting cars had always been an interest of men, and Diarmuid was no exception. While he usually traveled in an MPV or in his Maybach, there were over ten limited-edition prestige cars in the underground garage.
Abigail rarely saw him take them out, but today, he was driving a limited-edition Bentley.
It was at once noble and ostentatious, and its very presence was intimidating! Still, Abigail did not feel awkward despite Diarmuid seeing through her intentions, and she smiled cheerfully.
In the car, Diarmuid was loafing nonchalantly. The space within was so wide that he could fold his legs within even with his six-foot frame. There was a smile on his lips as he asked, “Satisfied?”
Abigail nodded. “Yes.”
She certainly was, though it was quiet in the car after she finished speaking.
Abigail was leaning by the car door and staring outside, with a hand on her belly. She thought about many things last night — it would not be wise to give birth to the twins, since she did not even have any idea what their father was like.
However, it was a mistake on her part and that man’s.
The children were innocent.
Though it was a choice for two, it was now up to her alone. As such, she would do what she wanted-which was to give birth to the twins, and raise them on her own.
Still, she was so distracted that she did not know they had reached the hospital. Turning to look at her, Diarmuid asked, “What’s on your mind?”
Abigail came to her senses then, and quickly composed herself with a smile. “Nothing.”
Whitney just happened to arrive since it was work hours, and Abigail reached for the door when she saw Whitney.
However, Diarmuid caught her hand and said, “If you want to put up an act, you need to be thorough.”
Abigail stared blankly at him, blinking her clear, crystalline gaze as Diarmuid leaned toward her.
She withdrew by instinct, but Diarmuid put a hand around her waist and pulled her to him, smiling gorgeously as he said, “We’re married, so we should act like that.”
Abigail gulped, her cheeks turning warm as she met his playful gaze. She was left staring at his thick brows, and suddenly found her eyes as bright as the stars in the night sky. “Kiss me.”
Both Abigail and Stan were speechless, and the air in the car seemed to turn still just then!
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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