Chapter 113 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

However, she would not use his first name personally… Even when they were alone.

Diarmuid remained impassive to her arrival–in fact, he was a little cold. “Is there a problem?”

Kathy smiled. “No, it’s just that your grandfather is asking us to have dinner together at the manor.

“I’m busy. You’re on your own.” Diarmuid refused right then.

Kathy was disappointed, but she was not giving up. “But I’ve asked Debbie. She said you’re free tonight-”

“I hate it when others ask for my schedule.” Diarmuid glowered right then.

“I didn’t mean to,” Kathy quickly tried to explain. “I was just asking-

“I’m busy. Get back to work,” Diarmuid snapped impatiently.

Kathy, however, was still not giving up. “Your grandfather is asking us to go. He’s probably-”

“I will talk to him myself,” Diarmuid said and started to leave his office, heading to the conference room since he was reluctant to stay and talk to her.

She quickly gave chase and asked, “Why are you being so cold to me?”

Diarmuid wheeled on her, frowning. “What, giving you a job isn’t enough? Am I supposed to take care of you for the rest of your life now?”

Kathy was stumped for a moment, and she quickly explained, “No… I just heard from your grandfather that I saved you, and that’s why you had my silver crucifix. I remember saving a drowning boy as a child, too–aren’t you being a little cold to your savior?”

“Then what do you think I should do?” Diarmuid asked coolly in return, chuckling and dissing even before she could reply. “I gave you a job for that, or is that not enough? What more do you want?”

Kathy shook her head. “I don’t want anything—”

“If that’s the case, then go back to work and don’t stray out of line. Also, I’ll have your department manager deliver necessary documents to me himself. You don’t have to show up ever again.”

Diarmuid was not showing her any mercy.

The girl who saved him had been constantly on his mind, and he often dreamed about seeing those eyes of hers.

Even so, Kathy was here right in front of him, but his heart was completely unaffected–those past feelings seemed completely nonexistent.

After all, he knew that she had her motives, and keeping her now was mercy.

On the other hand, Kathy’s fair cheeks turned ashen and then darkened in an utterly horrid manner.

How did she manage to lose way more than what she gained?

Not only did she fail to bridge the gap between herself and Diarmuid, but he was now also basically sick of her!

“Mr. Althoff…”

Diarmuid, however, simply ignored her and strode off.

Kathy was left standing there, her chest heaving and her body shaking from rage!

Once inside the conference room, Diarmuid beckoned at Stan and quietly said, “Transfer Kathy York to our branch.”

Stan was left taken aback. What could have gotten into him this time?

And why did it seem like there was no end to all this drama?

“Did she offend you?” he asked, hoping for gossip.

Diarmuid pursed his lips. “What, are you really that interested in my private life? Perhaps we should sit down together, and I’ll slowly tell you everything?”

“Haha,” Stan chuckled in fear. “It’s fine, sir. I will get it done right away.”

“Let’s get started.” Diarmuid went ahead and took the main seat, not bothering to waste his breath!

The meeting lasted over two hours, and Diarmuid left work at five.

He drove to Rose Garden, where he had a residence not many knew about.

As he alighted, the security guard watching the door greeted him respectfully when they saw him. “Mr. Althoff.”

Diarmuid nodded. “Did she cause trouble?”

“No, sir. We sedated her per Mr. Hill’s instructions, and she’s still out.”

“Okay,” Diarmuid replied, and the security guard opened the door for him.

Diarmuid entered and headed straight to Abigail’s room.

Her hands and feet were tied, and red marks could be seen on her thin wrist—it was necessary, since she might cause a mess upon waking up.

Diarmuid walked up to her bed, and reached out to brush off the bangs covering her forehead.

She was still in her wedding dress, and the massive train lay sprawled over the bed, while her dainty form lay in the middle of the whiteness.

“Urgh…”

Abigail felt muddle–headed and almost conscious, but her eyelids felt too heavy for her to her eyes.

She was vaguely struggling against the darkness, but soon groggily fell asleep again.

Diarmuid breathed a sigh of relief at that she would not be this peaceful if she woke up.

Still, the thought left him scowling, and her wedding dress was certainly an eyesore.

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She looked so beautiful in that dress, but wore it to throw herself into another man’s arms… the very thought left his face ashen!

This woman…!

He hence started to rip off the wedding dress, unable to lean in to kiss her lips after ogling her naked form for a while, and pulled a blanket over her.

Dragging what remained of the wedding dress out of the room and closing the door behind him before leaving the house, he handed the torn dress to the security guard. “Throw this.‘

“Yes, sir.” The security guard promptly did so, while Diarmuid returned inside and took a shower, changed into fresh clothes and lay down beside Abigail.

Lying on his side, he held her tightly in his arms, nuzzling her ears and greedily reveling in the sensation of having her in his arms.

Night soon arrived, but he was sleeping soundly for once!

He woke up early in the morning, and gave orders to stop Abigail from leaving the room.

Naturally, the security guards took his orders seriously!

The peaceful scene at Rose Garden was a far cry from how things were with Harvey Gooding.

Both Ricky Bernstein and Sheryl Harris were knocking on his door, demanding that he returned

Abigail.

Harvey’s reaction was almost colorful.

“I’m looking!” In fact, he had been doing that without food or rest over the last 24 hours!

He was already flustered to have lost Abigail!

And there was no one he could go to!

“You took her out of Bernstein Mansion. You have to give her up!” Ricky said staunchly.

The boy had matured considerably following Lionel Bernstein’s death and Samantha White’s incarceration. With Abigail’s earnestness and trust, he had begun to slowly accept her.

The intent for revenge he had been harboring at first was not as strong as before, for he realized that if they went for each other’s necks as well, their family would be destroyed.

And he would have no place to go!

As such, he began to accept Abigail instead of goofing off, and did everything she told perfectly.

He was no fool, even though he had made mistakes because of Samantha’s excessive pampering and goading. His wits certainly proved sharp now that he had turned over a new leaf!

Now, regardless of whether Abigail had really been abducted or staged it so that she could escape, this was the best opportunity for them to take Tommy back. That was why he was here, working with Sheryl!

“I don’t have her!” Harvey snapped.

He had already been overwrought because of the whole incident. Ricky and Sheryl’s visit was undoubtedly fuel to fire!

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