Zachary casually asked her then, “Who were you seeing back in Zidonia?”
Abigail became wary right then-and here she was curious why he kept making herdrink.
So he was trying to loosen her tongue!
“It’s just work,” she snapped. “Or do I have to report that to you as well?”
“I’m just asking…” Zachary quickly replied.
“Whatever. I’m sleepy—I need to sleep,” Abigail slapped his hand away.
“You’re drunk.”
Abigail snorted. “That’s what you wanted, no?!”
Zachary chuckled. “What are you talking about?”
However, Abigail said nothing since she already saw through him.
As she entered her bedroom, she warned him, “Don’t try anything funny with me!”
With that, she shut the door in Zachary’s face, leaving him speechless.
He just wanted to ask about Lulu-was that so bad? And he meant no harm
On the other hand, Abigail lay down in bed without taking a bath, seemingly not bothered to do it since Diarmuid was not around.
She had been mentally weary since she had been worried for Lulu for a long while, and the glass of wine already left her tipsy.
She did not even pull the blanket over herself as she lay in bed, whipped out her phone, and lay in bed to text Diarmuid.
[I miss you.]
Once she was done, she put her phone away and stared at the ceiling until sleep took her unwittingly, while she slowly drifted into dreamland…
Still, she was drifting between consciousness when she heard the door open, and she narrowed her eyes as she turned to find a tall, familiar figure. She frowned. “Diarmuid?”
Diarmuid paused at the door before walking up to the bed.
He could smell the faint scent of alcohol even though Abigail did not drink that much.
He frowned. “Were you drinking?”
Abigail sat up and wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her face against his abdomen.
“Yeah, a little,” she purred, half-asleep as she looked up with a dizzy gaze.” Are you upset with me?”
Diarmuid certainly had been at first—he would never stop her from helping a friend, but should she not think of family too?
Did she not miss them after being gone for so long?
Did family not matter to her?
Still, he was surprised to receive a call from Pierre that she came home out of the blue.
He was quite curious as to why she would suddenly return out of the blue, but he canceled his business trip anyway. Still, he did not turn around right away, instead heading to his office and arranging for Stan to represent him on the business trip.
While he tended to his other work, he never quite calmed down, since he felt aggrieved and was reluctant to give in easily.
However, all those grievances vaporized when she texted him the words: [I miss you.]
Still, Abigail was not yet fully awake. She purred even as she complained, “I was going to surprise you, but you left on a business trip.”
Diarmuid ran his fingers through her hair. “How would I know you’re coming back if you didn’t tell me? I might leave for work, and your surprise would be moot.”
“How unromantic.’ Abigail pouted. “You’re so boring.’
Diarmuid lifted her chin. “I’m boring?”
“Yeah,” she mumbled. “Oof…”
She was on the bed again as a heavy figure pinned her down, and an invasive scent filled her nostrils!
At the same time, she heard a deep, alluring voice right beside her ear. “Did you miss me?’
She wrapped her arms around his neck, murmuring softly, “Yeah…”
Soon, she was engulfed by an ocean of sensations, splashing peacefully one moment and surging the next-and she did not have the strength to resist!
When Abigail stirred in the morning, a ray of sunshine was shining through the curtains on their wrinkled crisp white sheets. She had to narrow her eyes to see the handsome face before her.
Pursing her lips, she pressed herself against him and asked, “What time is it?”
“Nine,” a deep voice spoke over her head.
Abigail’s head seemed to clear up right then. “It’s that late already?”
She sat up, her blanket slipping off and baring her fair, soft skin.
Diarmuid ran his fingers through her disheveled hair and over her nape before gathering her in his arms. “You can sleep in if you’re tired.”
Abigail leaned against his scalding body but shook her head. “No, I should get up. It’s not just the two of us in this house.”
The castle was huge and their bedroom was quiet, and almost a separate space on its own. However, she still found it embarrassing to sleep in, since everyone would be aware… just like how they would be aware that she and Diarmuid would be at it after being apart for a while.
Still, Diarmuid said, “We can get out from the back door and pretend as if we just returned later. That way, no one would think you’re late, and we can tell them we left early in the morning.”
“Where would we go in the meantime?” Abigail asked.
Diarmuid pondered for a while before saying with a straight face, “A hotel?”
Abigail was left speechless and snapped grumpily, “You’re such a pervert!
Diarmuid grinned and tugged at her hair. “You weren’t like that last night.”
“Stop it and get out of bed right now.” Abigail shoved him, grimacing.” Zachary is definitely going to tease me-he tried to get me to drink last night to loosen my tongue, so I have to be careful too. I have no idea what tricks he would play today.”
“I could just chase him away if you think he’s a bother,’ Diarmuid said.
Abigail gaped in disbelief. “Really?”
“Nope,” Diarmuid said. He then pulled off the blanket and got out of bed before picking up a bathrobe nearby and heading straight into the bathroom.
Abigail scratched her head and got out of bed to put her clothes on.
While she could hear splashing as Diarmuid took a shower, she brushed her teeth and washed up before heading downstairs-the sink was separate from the shower area, after all.
Sheryl left very early with the children, with a chauffeur and bodyguards escorting them.She would only return with Baby in the afternoon after they had toddler class, while Diarmuid had arranged for Tommy to attend a normal kindergarten along with taking language classes.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Watson was basically Zachary’s babysitter, caring for Jean every day.
While Zachary himself would take care of his daughter most of the time as well, Jean was still a baby and reliant, so both of them were needed.
“Ma’am.” Pierre greeted Abigail respectfully just as she arrived downstairs.” Shall I arrange for breakfast?”
Abigail was just about to speak when Zachary chimed in cheekily, “What, aren’t you full after last night?”
Abigail could kick him right then. ‘You’re really annoying right now!”
Knowing that he was on the money, Zachary simply chuckled. “Anyway, I’m going to take Jean out for sightseeing.”
He was not that tactless and would not be the third wheel since Abigail and Diarmuid had been apart for a while.
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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