Be it maids or Stan, every single employee Diarmuid had were disgustingly protective of their master!
“See you around,” Harvey simply said then.
“Yeah,” Abigail replied.
“Who is he?” Mrs. Watson asked after he left.
“An acquaintance.” Abigail simply replied.
Being as kind as always, Mrs. Watson did not want Abigail to fight with Diarmuid again, “Mrs. Althoff, please don’t upset your husband again. He’ll be angry if he finds out that I bought you a phone behind his back–surely you understand enough to tell that he has been very nice to you.”
Abigail lowered her gaze.
While she did feel Diarmuid changing recently, there was so much that stood between them, so she would never even allow herself to imagine.
Somehow, she found herself lacking appetite just then.
“I don’t think I’m hungry, Mrs. Watson.”
“Why? Did I upset you with my words, Mrs. Althoff? If that’s the case, I apologize…”
Mrs. Watson would naturally rather not meddle, but she was convinced that Diarmuid had compromised as much as possible in his marriage, and it was Abigail instead who was having an attitude.
After all, should spouses not be understanding toward each other? How was Abigail ever going to make things better between them if she kept up with that attitude?
“No, that’s a misunderstanding.” Abigail smiled–it certainly was not Mrs. Watson’s fault, but she felt a little depressed when she remembered how things were between her and Diarmuid.
“Fine, I’ll eat or you would worry over nothing,” Mrs. Watson said feebly then.
“You should eat more since you’re injured.” Mrs. Watson smiled. “I’ve boiled that soup overnight, so it’s plenty nutritious.”
Abigail certainly accepted Mrs. Watson’s kindness, and joked, “It’s all nutritious, though?”
Mrs. Watson smiled.
The good–natured conversation improved Abigail’s mood, and she was actually smiling.
Diarmuid entered just then, and saw that–the brightness of her visage was as bright as the stars!
And yet, she had never been this carefree in front of him. All he ever had from her was pretension!
Naturally, Abigail’s cheeriness vaporized the instant she saw Diarmuid, and her smile faded visibly.
Diarmuid usually arrived in the evening, but it was just noon at the moment.
“Have you had lunch yet, Mr. Althoff ?” Mrs. Watson asked.
“No,” he replied.
“I’ve made a lot, so you can share some with your wife.”
With that, she left the room and attentively closed the door behind her.
Diarmuid sat beside Abigail’s bed and stared at her. “Does it really hurt you so much to see me?”
Abigail simply kept both hands on her bowl and continued sipping the soup quietly–as if it was a silent admission.
Diarmuid took a deep breath to calm himself—it felt like he had to use up all his patience whenever he was around her.
“Here.” He gave her a black card.
Diarmuid did not move.
Abigail blinked. “You want to eat mine?”
Before he could say a word, she continued, “I drank from the soup. My spit is in it.”
“I don’t mind,” Diarmuid replied.
Abigail was left speechless, her jaw almost dropping right then!
Was this really the Diarmuid she knew? When did he become so carefree?
Nonetheless, she clutched at the bowl, as if worried he would take it–but that was not the case, since she was just embarrassed to give it to him. They were not intimate enough to drink from the same bowl!
“Are you blushing?” Diarmuid chuckled.
Getting embarrassed so easily? She was just so innocent.
Abigail touched her own cheek, but retorted, “I’m not. Don’t lie.”
Diarmuid did not want to argue, and simply said tenderly, “Of course. If you say so.”
Abigail felt herself tensing up and evaded his gaze right then.
She herself had no idea what she was being embarrassed about, but Diarmuid’s words were just ambiguous!
Diarmuid stopped teasing her just then, and he had a simple lunch because he was actually hungry and wanted to eat with her.
Even so, she was still distant.
“The doctor just said that you can go home to rest now,” he said. “I’ll have someone handle the paperwork later.”
“Could I stay here instead?” Abigail asked gingerly
After all, she would have to spend even more time with Diarmuid at home than here, and she did not want that.
What if she developed feelings for him?
Zachary and Lulu were a perfect example, and she was not keen on going through the same pain.
Diarmuid seemed to see through her, however, and said, “No.”
They were married and should therefore live together. He was not about to let her stay at the hospital!
Abigail felt deflated, when he suddenly asked, “Is there anything you can’t do?”
While Abigail was confused at first, he continued, “You’ve learned enough skills to be a celebrity. Being a doctor is almost a waste.”
She had certainly surprised him when he found out that she was an artist, and a decent one at that!
Abigail understood what he was getting at then, but she also remembered how Lionel had forced her to marry Diarmuid, and pursed her lips.
She wanted so badly to tell him that she had been coerced into it, just to earn his favor.
“Do you like that about me?” she asked.
“I do,” he replied with no hesitation.
Abigail thought then that it took a man to know another man-Lionel certainly knew Diarmuid.
But did she learn so much just to make Diarmuid fall for her? And to use her as a tool to claim favors from the Althoffs?
Coldness gripped her heart. Her own father really did not hold back from using her like a tool! “Is there anything else I should know?” Diarmuid asked then, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear.
She turned away, but it could have been because she was ticklish or perhaps just embarrassed. Diarmuid withdrew his hand, and said, “Draw me too.”
Abigail was left speechless, and he raised a brow. “What, do you not want to?”
Knowing what he was capable of, Abigail decided that one broken foot was enough.
“Fine,” she quickly said.
Knock, knock-
Someone suddenly knocked on the door.
Diarmuid rose and answered it, and it turned out to be a courier from City Express.
“Excuse me, is Ms. Bernstein here?”
Diarmuid studied the courier and saw the large bouquet of roses he was holding.
Who were those meant for? Abigail Bernstein?
At the same time, Abigail was craning her head from her bed in curiosity. “Who is it?”
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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