Ashe ordered his men to bring Abigail up the boat, she quickly tried to swim away.
She was exhausted, however, and eventually gave up. The water was chilly and she had been in it too long as well.
Moreover, Chad had no reason to hurt her since they had no quarrel.
Since she was soaking in seawater, her clothes accentuated her figure even though she was dressed in layers.
She stood behind her chest, keeping herself away from Chad’s gaze as she asked, “Are you going ashore?”
“Of course,” Chad replied. “We’re not fishermen-we don’t live at sea… So what’s your relationship with Diarmuid?”
Abigail stayed silent because she did not know why he had suddenly asked that.
Chad snorted coldly. “Keep quiet all you want. I know you’re with him.”
Abigail quickly realized what was happening. “Did things get heated between you two?” Why else would there be an undertone of hostility in his voice?
“He made Whitney jump into the sea, and she’s probably dead now-we can’t find her anyway. Heated would be an understatement after he killed my girl, don’t you think?”
Chad’s lips then curled up into a grin. “Karma’s a bitch… He killed my girl, but now you fall into my hands. Don’t you think I should get an eye for an eye?”
Abigail was stunned.
Out of the frying pan into the fire!
Still, she tried to set herself apart, saying, “If you have a bone to pick with him, then settle it with him. We’re really not that close.”
“Don’t bother lying. I know everything.” Chad replied.
As the boat reached the docks, he told his men, “Tie her up. Take her with us.
Abigail wondered how she could be that unlucky just then.
Her fingers were clenched over the scaffolding. She was excused after such a long night, and trying to jump and swim away was impossible-they had a boat, and they would catch up in no time at all.
She tried to persuade Chad with another approach right then. “If revenge against Diarmuid is what you want, I can help you.”
Before she could escape, she must delay the inevitable!
Naturally, Chad doubted her and sneered. “Do you think I’m an idiot? That you could trick me so easily?”
Abigail forced a smile and kept trying to cajole him. “I’m not lying-I’m being honest here. I have a bone to pick with Diarmuid Althoff as well.”
“What, you have a bone to pick with him too?” Chad remained doubtful.
“You were saying that you know about us, but do you know what’s really going on between us?
Abigail patiently reasoned.
She was quick on her feet-this way, she could find out about Chad’s intentions, along with how much he actually knew about her and Diarmuid.
Chad raised a brow in response. He certainly was not aware of the relationship between Diarmuid and Abigail aside from Whitney’s brief mentioning.
In fact, he would not have remembered her if his men never reminded him.
“What else could it be? You’re his girl,” he replied.
Diarmuid was not married, so she had to be his lover!
Abigail breathed a sigh of relief then-it turned out that Chad knew about them, but nothing specific.
This meant that she stood a chance.
“Send people to ask around if you want. He abuses me everyday, and I was just able to walk after he broke my leg. I despise him-that’s why I’m telling you that I can help you if you want revenge.”
Chad was hesitant then. “Fine, I’ll ask around, but you’re still coming with me.”
Abigail had more to say, but he cut her short. “I’m not letting you go just because of what you said. What if you’re lying and give me the slip?”
Chad was ugly but not stupid!
Abigail shuddered even as she leaned against the scaffolding.
Her clothes were wet, and a gentle brush from a sea breeze left her with goosebumps all over. Folding her arms and rubbing them firmly, she said, “I’ll come with you, but you have to agree to my condition.”
“What is it?” Chad asked.
“I’m staying in a hotel. You can have your men stand watch outside.”
Right now, she needed dry clothes, but she was onboard a boat full of men. After that close shave with the two thugs before, she must be prepared!
Moreover, there would be others at the hotel, and she could save herself if there were any surprises!
Chad hesitated for a moment. “Fine.”
“Thank you,” Abigail replied politely.
She was now his captive, and she had to be compliant.
For Chad’s part, he presumed that she would never try to run after seeing her looking meek and delicate.
“Untie her. Just keeping an eye on her is good enough,” he told his men.
Naturally, he would not have thought so if he had known what happened before she ended up in the sea.
As the boat reached the docks and everyone got off, Abigail was escorted by men left and right, but they were not touching her. She did not stop for a moment even as she got into Chad’s car as ordered, though she kept herself very close to the car door.
“Have I met you before?” Chad suddenly asked.
Abigail shook her head. “No.”
But if his memory served him well, they had met back at university when Chad was wooing Whitney.
He probably would not remember, and he certainly could not even after he tried to recall.
Still, he just found her appearance familiar, but could not remember where he had actually met her.
Thinking nothing of it, he muttered, “Maybe I was mistaken.”
Right now, his priority was revenge!
After sending Abigail to the hotel, he had two men stand guard outside, before sending his people to find out if things were hostile between Abigail and Diarmuid as she had claimed.
Once inside the hotel room, Abigail used every lock on the door behind her to ensure that no one was getting in, before undressing and taking a warm shower, and left her clothes out to dry.
“Achoo!” She sneezed, catching a cold regardless.
Sniffling, she waited until she started to sweat.
Wrapping a towel around herself, she waited for her clothes to dry when she saw the phone beside the bed.
She picked it up and called Zachary, but he turned out to be drunk although he quickly answered.
He had been getting drunk every day recently!
“Zachary, please help me contact Diarmuid,” Abigail said.
“Oh, Abigail?” Zachary mumbled drunkenly. “Just call him yourself…”
It sounded like Zachary was chugging a beer!
“Quit drinking, Zachary!” Abigail whispered.
“Hah! Why not? She betrayed me.” He chuckled in disappointment, misery, and disbelief!
“Listen, Zachary, I only have your number. That’s why I called you. Someone is holding me hostage in a hotel right now, tell—”
Someone knocked on her door before she could finish, and she quickly hung up.
On the other end, Zachary was too drunk to think about what Abigail said he was actually puzzled that she hung up on him.
Meanwhile, Abigail answered the door after putting on her clothes, and found Chad standing at the doorway.
He actually doubled back, remembering that there were phones in the hotel room, and that Abigail could call for outside help
He strode inside, glancing at the phone as he asked, “Did you contact Diarmuid Althoff?”
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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