“Keep him in line,” Abigail said.
Diarmuid grinned-his little kitten was baring its claws again.
“I’ll get it.”
Eventually, they arrived outside the hospital and Abigail alighted. “I can do this alone.”
Putting one hand on the steering wheel, Diarmuid held her gaze as he asked,” Are you really that afraid of me following you?”
Abigail was speechless. “When did you get so calculating? I’m just letting you deal with lan as soon as possible, but you can follow me if you’re really that free.”
With that, she turned and started to head inside.
“I’ll come by later,” Diarmuid called out to her.
“Yeah.” Abigail heard him, and waved without turning back.
While it was no major surgery, they had to examine her nonetheless.
Even so, Seth Hedge scheduled her surgery on the first slot of that day.
After she was anesthetized, Seth stood before the surgical table, smiling as he asked, “You’ve always been operating on others before. How does it feel to be on the chopping board yourself?
“Nothing, really,” she replied.
“Trust me that much, huh?”
Abigail grinned. “Actually, I remembered something after I met you again yesterday.”
“What is it?”
“You fell into that mudhole…”
Seth remembered that too. “You can’t remember anything nice about me, but somehow remember the rubbish perfectly fine.”
Abigail grinned again, her consciousness blurring, and she soon lost it completely without knowing it.
Hours later, she stirred, already lying in a private ward.
“Any discomfort?” Seth asked.
Abigail recovered her spirit right then, and replied, “Nope.”
‘That’s good, but be sure to get a lot of rest. Call me anytime if you’re feeling any discomfort.”
“Okay,” Abigail replied.
Seth turned and headed for the door, and he saw a man standing there just as he was about to leave!
Seth took a step back in reflex-the man standing at the door projected a horrific presence that extended to his surroundings.
“Who are you looking for?” Seth asked nonetheless.
Diarmuid simply ignored him-he was instead staring at Seth’s name tag.
His expression darkened when he saw the name ‘Seth Hedge’.
Abigail looked up then, and murmured, “Diarmuid?”
“You know each other?” Seth asked.
Diarmuid simply strode inside, standing by her bed as he looked at her.
Though he felt concerned, his words were somehow not so. “Are you happy now?”
Abigail ignored his weird tone, dismissing it as yet another one of his manic outbursts!
Smiling at Seth, she said, “Allow me to introduce you to my husband.”
Seth smiled. “So he’s your fiance? Hello…”
He held out a hand to Diarmuid, but Diarmuid ignored him once again.
Left hanging, Seth gingerly lowered his hand and quickly left the ward. “I still have work to do, so I won’t impose.”
Abigail shot Diarmuid a glare right then. “What’s your problem?”
Diarmuid snorted coldly, ejecting the disgruntlement out of his chest. “What’s my problem?”
“He’s offering you a handshake but you wouldn’t even look at him! Can’t you be a little more polite after he operated on me?”
“Polite? I’d have stopped you from getting your surgery here if I knew it’s him,” Diarmuid growled grumpily.
That actually left Abigail stunned. “Wait, you know him?”
“Nope.” He seemed proud of it too.
“Then why would you say that? Why wouldn’t you let me have the surgery here if you knew it’s him?”
“Because I saw his name in the pages of something important to a certain person,” Diarmuid growled, and he checked her face despite his irritation.” Does it hurt?”
Abigail glared at him nonetheless. “Diarmuid, I’m not feeling too good at the moment, so stop upsetting me.”
Diarmuid frowned.
He upsetted her?She was clearly the one who was upsetting him!
Still, he gave in since she just had surgery, even pulling her blanket over her. “Get some sleep. I’m staying here with you.”
Abigail closed her eyes then.
Meanwhile, Lulu Adams followed Zachary Slate back to his family home.
Mrs. Slate actually was shocked to see her, even though she heard from Zachary that she survived but lost her memories.
Lulu being alive left Mrs. Slate’s conscience gnawing-she did try to have Lulu killed, after all.
“Mom?” Zachary called out.
Coming to her senses then, Mrs. Slate smiled. “Oh! Do come in.”
Lulu could not help feeling burning spite inside as she studied the look on Mrs. Slate’s face, but she smiled at Mrs. Slate anyway.
“Hello, Mrs. Slate.”
“Hello, hello.” Mrs. Slate turned around, afraid to meet Lulu’s eyes.
Her gaze was so sharp it seemed to peer into her soul, spooking Mrs. Slate so much she did not dare to look at her in return.
Zachary then took Lulu by the hand, taking her upstairs.
Once inside his room, he wrapped his arms around her. “Let’s get married, okay?”
There was coldness lurking behind Lulu’s eyes.
He was making her stay under the same roof with her murderer, and he was now asking her to marry him?
His conceit knew no bounds just because she forgot the past!
‘I don’t want to get married… I don’t remember our relationship.”
There was no way in hell she would marry him-she only agreed to stay here for payback against the woman who hurt her and this selfish bastard!
“Yes, I’m not in a rush anyway,” Zachary said. “We can rekindle our relationship anyway.”
“It’s the first time I’m here, so I should cook,” Lulu suddenly said, not wanting Zachary to keep hugging her.
It sickened her.
“Of course,” Zachary replied. He then took her downstairs.
As Lulu headed in the kitchen, Zachary was going to help when his mother pulled him aside.
“Be honest with me, Zachary. Did she really lose her memory?”
“Yes, she really lost her memory.”
Zachary was very direct. “Please be nice to her and make up for your past mistakes.”
Mrs. Slate nodded. “I will-1 mean, I don’t have to worry about anyone taking the family estate now that you’re in full control, let alone arrange your marriage. You have the power now, and of course I hope you can be with the one you love.”
“And don’t mention anything about the best in front of her,” Zachary added.
Mrs. Slate nodded again. “I know.”
Lulu watched as they whispered to each other, her heart ice cold.
Were they trying to mess with her again?
She was fortunate that found out so much thanks to eavesdropping, or she would have suffered again without ever knowing what hit her.
Zachary entered and started to help her wash some of the ingredients, but Lulu pushed him away, forcing him to leave. “You don’t have to help. I’m doing just fine.”
“You just came. How can I leave you alone in the kitchen?” Zachary protested, feeling bad for her. “I don’t want you to have to do everything…”
‘It’s really nothing much.” Lulu smiled. “Don’t get in the way, or maybe you don’t want to try my cooking?”
“I do,” Zachary blurted.
“Then wait outside. I’m going to get upset if you keep hovering here,’ she said, pretending to look angry just then.
Zachary was hence forced to leave the kitchen, while Mrs. Slate saw their exchange from the living room.
She wanted Zachary to get himself a wife who could support him before- all her disapproval and dislike toward Lulu was mostly because of her family background and profession.
Now that she had calmed down and looked, Lulu would actually make a good housewife.
At the same time, Zachary stood just outside the kitchen, feeling as if he would marry Lulu soon enough and enjoy a good life with her.
In fact, they should get married right now!
He was in a good mood, so he had quite the appetite as well and ate a lot that evening.
Since Lulu asked for her own room in the evening, Zachary naturally said yes since he could not force her to stay with him.
However, Lulu felt no fear even as she sat in that unfamiliar room, and her eyes only showed a calm staunchess.
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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