“Good.” Ricky nodded.
“It’s late.You should go!” Lulu told him then.
Ricky refused.
“I would like to stay with you a little longer…”
“We have all the time we need eventually, but Zachary would get suspicious if he sees us together.That’s going to cause unnecessary trouble.”
Ricky understood that the only thing he could do for Lulu now is not to be a burden, and he left despite his reluctance.thuy He did not head home, however, and instead went looking for Abigail.He was having a bit of a tantrum when he rejected Abigail’s offer to have Diarmuid give him a job.
How was he going to protect Lulu if he kept goofing off? He needed a stable job at least, so that he can support Lulu in the future.
As such, he headed to the hilltop mansion, but Abigail was not around.
It just so happens that Abigail was with Seth Hedge at a fancy restaurant, sitting opposite each other across the table.
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Seth commented—Abigail did not even need bandages now.Her face was still a little red when the scar was removed, and she would make a full recovery once the red faded as well.
Any mark left from the surgery was also miniscule, and one would never notice if they were not looking closely.
“All thanks to your expertise,” Abigail said.
“Don’t discount your natural good looks too.” Seth smiled.
“The food here is really good. Thanks for treating me.” Abigail smiled faintly.
“Like I said, dinner’s on me if the surgery was a success.”
A black sedan stopped outside the restaurant just then.
The car window was lowered halfway, revealing a face with chiseled facial features.
A pair of black eyes was leveled at the restaurant, and at the man and woman who were conversing!
Diarmuid had quickly finished work abroad and rushed back, but he had never expected to be greeted by this scene.
Winding up the window, he kept his voice in control as he said, “Drive.”
The chauffeur quickly drove off.
Still, Tommy leapt happily into Diarmuid’s arms once he reached home.
“Papa.”
Scooping Tommy up in his arms, he asked, “Do you miss me?”
Tommy nodded.
“Yes.”
“Which part of you miss me?”
“Here,” Tommy said, patting his chest and giving him a peck on the cheek, leaving his face wet and stinky.
Diarmuid frowned.
“What did you eat tonight?”
Tommy tilted his head in thought.
“Soup and food.”
Diarmuid almost laughed.
What would he be eating if not food? “Anything else?”
Tommy racked his head.
“Oh.I also ate poop.It was very sweet.”
Diarmuid was speechless.He ate…poop?! Still, Mrs.Watson heard that, and quickly explained, “It’s a chocolate croissant.”Diarmuid smacked Tommy’s little rump.You almost scared me there.”
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Diarmuid carried him to the baby’s room to check on his second son, and saw that Sheryl had just put the baby in his crib.She smiled when she saw Diarmuid.
“Welcome home.”
“Yeah,” he replied, and glanced at the baby.
“He just ate and fell asleep,” Sheryl told him. She then changed the baby’s clothes, putting the dirty laundry into a bucket, and paused just as she was about to leave.
“There was a lot of stuff for the wedding delivered earlier.”
She smiled.
‘Thanks for preparing so much for the wedding.”
“It’s nothing,” Diarmuid said and gave the baby a peck on his cheek— the smooth skin and softness to the touch was utterly pleasant.
“Abigail gave me two sons.I have every reason to be good to her,”
he said calmly, but there was some restrained tension if one listened closely! Sheryl] did not hear it, however, and remained convinced that Diarmuid would always be good to Abigail—even if it was just for the children.
“By the way, she’s not at home?” Diarmuid asked seemingly nonchalantly.
“She told me she’s changing her bandages at the hospital,” Sheryl replied.
Diarmuid stayed silent, only finding irony just then.
The hospital or a fancy restaurant? The place was the cozy sort for dates too, and he could see them having a jovial time even from afar—there was no doubt that Abigail appeared happy.
“She’s been out for a while.She’ll be back soon,” Sheryl mused then.
Diarmuid did not want to think about it, but Sheryl’s words only left him stressed further.
How long had she left? And she was just telling him that she missed him…
and she was now out on a date with another man while he was away?! Back at the restaurant, Abigail started to leave after dinner, turning down Seth’s offer to drive her home.
“My chauffeur is waiting for me outside,” she told him.
Seth smiled.
‘You look happy.Your fiance is a good man who holds considerable importance, but he never gave up even after you were disfigured.”
Abigail’s lips curled up slightly, but the bliss she felt was hardly concealable.
Seth grinned.
“I’m still not married, but all this flaunting is getting me jealous, y’know?”
They had a few more words before parting ways at the entrance.
On the way back, Abigail had the chauffeur stop by a fruit stall to buy some before heading home.
She put everything in the fridge once she was home, but when she went to check on her baby, Sheryl told her, “Diarmuid’s home.Go upstairs already.”
She then glanced at Abigail’s now unbandaged cheek and commented, “Oh, the surgery was good.”
“Another two weeks or so and it’d be a full recovery,” Abigail told her.
Still, she was delighted—Diarmuid told her that it might take a few more days for him to finish work, but he returned sooner than that.
“I’m going upstairs now.”
With those words, she made a light dash to the floor above and quickly walked over to the man standing before the window, wrapping her hands around his waist.
“Why didn’t you tell me that you were coming back?”
He was wearing gray silk pajamas with a smooth, soft texture. She could also smell the faint fresh scent of bath soaps up close.
As Diarmuid turned, Abigail looked up to meet his gaze as her own twinkled.
“Did you come back earlier because you missed me?”
Diarmuid lowered his eyes, leveling a penetrating gaze into hers.
Abigail smiled.
“What? What’s that look for?”
She stood on the balls of her feet, wrapping her hands around his neck, and kissed him.
The touch left him stiffening and flinching.She gently pulled away and murmured, “Are you upset?”
Before he could answer, however, she said, “About the diary…”
Diarmuid’s eyes narrowed subtly, as if he did not expect her to mention it on her own.
At the same time, Abigail kept her arms around his neck, and brushed her chin against his chest since he was that tall.
“I must’ve been fourteen when I wrote it, but I was too young and stupid to understand love, and at the phase when I’m curious about the opposite sex.I don’t remember Seth after I left that phase.”
“Really?”
Diarmuid was skeptical.
“Yes.You were acting weird, and I somehow thought the diary was the reason, so I took a look.That’s why I know what upset you— anyway, I threw it away already since it doesn’t even have any sentimental value.After all, you are my future.”
Her honesty left Diarmuid’s spirits soaring.His gaze darkening, he murmured, “Abigail…”Originating from n0v@lbin☆, this material safeguards undisclosed information.
Abigail watched him.
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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