“The more the merrier,” Erin replied, picking up Tommy and squeezing her way to the grill. ‘TH do it myself.”
It was more fun that way.
Abigail’s gaze was tender as she watched Erin being lively again.
Erin had become quiet and withdrawn after what happened, and she was more or less comforted to see Erin’s personality reverting to how it was before.
Meanwhile, Diarmuid was speaking with James, probably discussing going back to Franconia.
Things were fine for them since there was nothing stopping them, mainly because James and Erin were just married and could stay here for a while.
Diarmuid was giving him a head’s up, but James said, “I can go back to Franconia with you.”
James got married quickly so that he could go back to work, and his leg was more or less better even though it was not fully healed.
Most importantly, he was bored out of his mind here, while he and Erin had already agreed to go back to Franconia once they were married-even if they might stay another couple days.
“I’ll arrange for the return flight,” James said, since he was always the one who arranged it.
Diarmuid simply clapped him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry. I’ll have someone arrange it.”
James should have some time off since he just got married.
James groaned. “But I’m already better…”
“Stan’s been complaining for a while. Don’t worry,” Diarmuid said with a rare smile. “You have all the work you want waiting when you get back.”
James naturally knew how busy things would be at the office, and James would definitely be busy with him away-thankfully, he was much better now.
“I should share some work with Stan, since he must be miserable working every day and not getting time to find someone.”
James could not help sighing emotionally.
Diarmuid frowned a little. “Are you saying that I’ve been pushing him too hard?”
James was going to explain himself when Diarmuid said, “I’m giving him leave once we head back. You’d be taking over everything.”
James was speechless-why did he say that crap, getting herself into trouble?
“Actually, Mr. Althoff—”
Diarmuid did not stop to listen, however, and simply scooped Baby up in his arms and left.
Zachary was laughing himself silly while James suffered, and James strode over to him, stopping himself from kicking the man.
“What are you so pleased about? You’d die laughing like that,” James huffed grumpily.
Zachary only laughed harder at that. “Go vent at Diarmuid, not me.”
James was not interested in playing along. “Just go away.”
Zachary stubbornly followed James, however, and kept pestering him.” You’re just married, but you had to be in such a hurry to work again instead of spending quality time with the missus. What were you thinking?”
“Your family company isn’t bankrupt, is it?” James asked in return. “Or maybe it is, with the way you’ve been goofing off every day?”
“Are you trying to jinx me?” Zachary frowned and waved him off. ‘Buzz off, and remember that we should only treat others the way we want them to treat us.”
What bankruptcy? He was just busy after having a baby to take care of.
James rolled his eyes. “Look who’s talking.”
Zachary could punch the man right then. “You’re only this harsh to me, aren’t you? Would you ever talk to Diarmuid like that?”
“You two had enough yet?” Abigail came just then, frowning in disapproval.” Erin’s calling you, James.”
James left, while Abigail shot Zachary a look. “Can’t you play nice?”
“I was just kidding,” Zachary smiled. “Fine. I’ll hold back a little.”
They only returned home after dark with full bellies, having had dinner beforehand.
Abigail coaxed both her sons to sleep before taking a bath, and she entered the bedroom to find Diarmuid making a call as he stood by the window.
She tiptoed toward him and hugged his waist from behind, whispering, Who are you talking to?”
When Diarmuid did not respond, Abigail messed with him by reaching underneath his collar, but he put a hand over hers, stopping her.
Glancing behind at her, he said, “In two days, ideally.”
With that, he hung up, and turned around to wrap his arms around her waist, holding her tightly against himself.
They could feel each other’s warmth through the fabric.
Abigail looked up then, her hair still a little wet and bearing the lingering freshness of shampoo as she asked, “What would be ideal in a couple days?”
“Weren’t you planning on going back to Zidonia? I’m asking someone to arrange for it in two days,” Diarmuid replied.
She was indeed in a hurry to visit Lulu. In fact, remembering Lulu left her a little unsettled, especially since the officer who called
Abigail had been stammering but did not tell her how Lulu was.
It was certainly weighing down on her mind, and she was intending to get comfortable with Diarmuid, only to lose interest just then.
“Take a bath. I’m going to bed…”
Diarmuid was not about to let go, however-he held her a little firmer than, leaving her a little suffocating.
At the same time, he leaned in to breathe beside her ear with a deep voice, “Trying to seduce me and run away? Did you think that’s going to happen?”
His warm breath was covering her entire neck, causing her to shudder.
Pursing her lips, she tried to shove him. “Let go…”
“No,” he said and pressed his lips over hers.
“Oof…” Abigail’s breath was caught right then, and she almost could not breathe.
Even so, he was only kissing her ever fiercely!
As usual, he took the lead while she remained passive-he could always make her lose herself with relative ease and unable to control herself!
While her breaths turned ragged, Diarmuid’s hand slid down to her waist and undid her bathrobe with a gentle tug.
Abigail’s eyes widened as her cheeks flushed—she was not wearing anything underneath, leaving her utterly exposed before him.
Her skin was fair, and her figure recovered well even after having two children.
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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