“Your father gave it to me,” she said as she reminisced about the past. “I thought I wasn’t going to see it again after Ricky sold the mansion, but it turns out that he was keeping it. I hated him, but he’s dead now, so it’s all in the past.”
Abigail smiled at how open-minded Sheryl was being.
Obsessing over the past only hurts yourself!
During dinner in the evening, Abigail said, “I’ll be having reconstructive surgery tomorrow.”
“I’ll be there with you,” Diarmuid told her.
“You don’t have to come if you’re busy, actually,” Abigail said as she sliced a chunk of beef and ate it. “It’s not major surgery, and I know the doctor is operating on me. He’s the best in the country, and he told me that my scars would be easy to deal with.”
She was wiping Tommy’s mouth, not noticing the change in Diarmuid’s expression.
Still, he quickly feigned nonchalance as he asked, “Is the doctor a man?”
He was getting exceedingly sensitive about such things ever since he read Abigail’s diary.
“Yeah,” Abigail admitted.
“Is he married? Young? Old?” Diarmuid pressed.
Abigail finally looked up at him then. “Are you doing a background check here?”
Diarmuid was not about to be denied. “Tell me.”
Abigail frowned, finding him a little crazy just then, and pouted, “Much younger.’
“…What are you saying? Do you think I’m old?” He raised one eyebrow while narrowing the other, clearly looking upset.
“No. You’re just the right age for me.” Abigail was not about to fight him at the dinner table, and she simply played along instead of challenging him.
Diarmuid’s expression improved at that.
After dinner, Abigail played a little with Tommy and checked on her second son before heading upstairs.
She was just opening her wardrobe to get some clothes and take a shower, only for Diarmuid to wrap his arms around her from behind and swiftly pin her down on bed.
As she was thrown deeply into the soft mattress, it bounced and the recoil left her dizzy.
“Are you crazy-mmph!”
He put his lips over hers before she could finish.He was a little rough, too.
Abigail struggled a little. “I haven’t showered yet.”
Her answer was a bite on her neck.
“Ouch!”
Abigail frowned-it really hurt. “Be gentler.”
His libido must have gotten to his head, huh?
Even so, Diarmuid was not letting up, actually getting more violent than before!
For the first time, Abigail experienced what it was like to be too sore to get out of bed.
No matter how grilling it was before, Diarmuid was at least gentle and considerate.
But this time, it was all just jackhammering!
At one point, she actually felt like he would kill her!
As she was left fatigued, the man who left her limp stood before the tall mirror nearby, buttoning his shirt as he watched her reflection, asking, “Are you awake?”
Upset, Abigail ignored him.
He then walked over to the bed, “Not getting up? You’re having surgery today.”
Abigail pulled the blanket over her face, so he sat down and pulled it off.’ What’s wrong?”
Abigail glared at him then. “That’s my question. Just tell me if I did something wrong, instead of behaving so weirdly!”
Diarmuid held her gaze for seconds before asking, “How many men have you fallen in love with?”
Abigail actually thought about it, but said, “Do I even have the time for that? Like I said, my dad kept pushing me to learn all sorts of disciplines since I was a child, and do you think med school is easy while I have to do that?”
‘Fine. Get up.” Diarmuid rose to his feet then and left, leaving Abigail speechless.
She really could not understand Diarmuid’s behavior, not to mention that she had not been in touch with anyone in particular.
What had gotten his goat?
Still, as she dragged her tired figure out of bed, she finally noticed all the hickies and bite marks he left on her neck, leaving her incensed!
How could she leave the house with all that, let alone undergo the surgery?!
Still in her pajamas, she stormed downstairs toward Diarmuid while he was still carrying Tommy, took their boy out of his hands, and dragged him upstairs by the collar.
Diarmuid allowed himself to be dragged, and Abigail released her once they were inside their room, demanding, “You wanted this, didn’t you?”
Diarmuid adjusted his collar as he asked, “Wanted what?”
Abigail pointed at her neck, but he simply appeared smug after getting a good look, leaving her speechless.
She kicked his feet in frustration and thumped his chest. “Are you crazy?! How am I supposed to leave the house like this? You’re crazy-“
Diarmuid simply caught her flailing arms and firmly pulled her into his arms, restraining her with just a fifth of his tractor-like strength.
His other hand was holding by the waist, keeping her dainty body tightly up against his own body.
His dark gaze twinkled as he lowered his gaze, “Are you really upset?”
Abigail bit her lip, averting her eyes angrily.
Diarmuid gave her a peck on the cheek. “Won’t happen again.”
“Let go of me,” she growled as she struggled.
‘Give me a kiss first,” he said, acting like a real rascal.
Abigail was speechless. He was killing her!
‘Let me go. It hurts!”
Diarmuid bit her earlobe and asked, “Where does it hurt? In bed?”
Abigail was left speechless again-how shameless could he be?
Genuinely serious just then, she snarled, “I’m really going to be cross if you keep this up, Diarmuid Althoff.”
Diarmuid freed her, naturally not daring to push her too far.
After she took a shower and got changed, she frowned when she saw that Diarmuid was still there. “Aren’t you going to work?’
“Nope.” He grinned. “I’m coming to the hospital with you.”
Feeling too embarrassed to see anyone just then, she said, “…Forget it. I’ll reschedule the surgery.”
“Too late.” Diarmuid took her hand. “Let’s go.”
“Nope!” Abigail snapped, holding on to the door knob.
Diarmuid said, “I’m carrying you downstairs if you don’t move. You know I can do that.”
His words were a naked threat-Tommy, Sheryl, and Mrs. Watson were all downstairs!
What would they think if they saw Abigail and Diarmuid?
Abigail hence reluctantly followed him to the car and headed to the hospital!
Along the way, Abigail said nothing, and she was basically pouting at Diarmuid.
Freeing one hand to hold hers, he asked quietly, “Still upset?”
Abigail ignored him, but her silence was basically a yes.
“You’re the one who upset me first,” he said.
“I upset you first?” Abigail turned toward her right then. “Pray tell, how?”
“You know what you did,” Diarmuid replied.
Abigail was speechless-if only she did!
He always got upset out of the blue!
Maybe it was just him going through menopause. Maybe men experienced that too-how else would one explain him getting upset out of the blue?
Bzzt-
Diarmuid’s phone rang, and he answered it.
Since his phone was connected to the car bluetooth system, James
Cross’s voice could be heard from the speakers, “lan Althoff is wreaking havoc downstairs, slamming the door and screaming.
He’s affecting those nearby, but I still don’t have a place that suits him.”
Diarmuid growled coolly. “Tie him up and gag him.”
“Yes, sir,” James replied.
After Diarmuid hung up, Abigail said, “Actually, locking him up wont work in the long run, and your grandfather is sick…”
Diarmuid turned toward her. “You mean, I should release him?”
“No.” Abigail thought about it, and said, “He’s just going to cause more problems if you do, so there’s only one way to rehabilitate him.”
She was certainly not crazy enough to persuade Diarmuid to release lan! With two children in their family now, allowing a potential threat at large would just be asking for trouble, and she would not allow her children to get hurt.
“What is it?” Diarmuid asked.
Abigail took a pen and paper, writing down the name of a drug. “You can get this, can’t you?”
Diarmuid spared a glance at the name and asked, “What does it do?”
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