Chapter 207 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

Harvey smiled evilly just then. “If Diarmuid Althoff knew that we’re alone in a room, and with you unconscious… He’s going to throw a fit, isn’t he?”

He really wanted to take a photo and send it to Diarmuid.

“Should I, or shouldn’t I?” he asked.

There was no way Abigail could answer.

As Harvey pondered, he remembered all the things Diarmuid had done to him before, and decided to upset. that petty, despicable man!

At the airport, Diarmuid was getting into the car while James put his luggage in the trunk.

“We are behind schedule. That was unfortunate,” James complained a little, and then gingerly added, That said, we can confirm her identity once we have the DNA test results. Overall, the trip was worth it.”

Diarmuid remained impassive, even a little cold.

He went abroad because Henry suddenly sent him a photo of a woman who resembled his mother.

His memory of his mother’s face was actually murky by now, and the person in the photo was older.

Even so, the striking resemblance stunned him!

At the time, Henry told Diarmuid, “Cedric York gave me this photo. He met your mother before, and took a photo of this woman when he met her by chance. Spare lan and Light Group, and I’ll give you this photo and tell you where she is.”

“Remember,” he continued after a pause, “your mother never had siblings, and after her parents passed away, her lineage was basically cut off. Genetically speaking, there’s no one who would look like. mother… so yes, she might still be alive.”

Cedric, Kathy York’s grandfather, had returned to the country to retrieve Kathy’s corpse.

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Although he was livid, Kathy was already dead, so he had no reason to fight Henry. He also calmed a little after Henry told him that Kathy’s murderer was definitely going to be executed.

As for Diarmuid, he agreed to Henry’s deal with no hesitation, and headed abroad immediately after getting the photo and the address.

He had been investigating the woman over the last few days, even managing to obtain a lock of her hair for a DNA test.

With the results of said test soon due, James believed the deal with Henry, as well as the trip, was worth it.

It was certainly good news if Diarmuid’s mother had really survived–it would surely make Diarmuid happier than getting payback against the Althoffs?

The only flaw was that Abigail did not go with him, and her absence seemed to leave him in a bad mood, and he never once smiled.

Soon, they reached Diarmuid’s mansion.

As he aligned, he gave James a neutral look and said, “You should go now.”

“Yes, sir.”

Diarmuid then entered to find Mrs. Watson is still up. She had been waiting for Abigail since she was not back yet.

“Sir?” Mrs. Watson greeted him in surprise.

Diarmuid loosened his collar and asked, “Where is she?”

Mrs. Watson quickly understood, and replied, “She’s not home yet.”

“Not home yet?”

Diarmuid checked his watch. At this hour?

That was when his phone chimed!

Diarmuid reached out for his phone and saw that someone sent him a photo, and tapped on it to find a photo of Abigail sleeping.

His expression stiffened right then, and he frowned as he soon received a text.

[She is with me.]

Harvey settled into his couch and folded his legs, shaking it after sending that text.

Diarmuid was abroad, so he could do nothing but worry when he saw the text, right?

Even if he rushed back right away, he would still be left feeling antsy throughout the journey.

Bzzt-

Abigail’s phone started to ring just then.

Unsurprised at all, Harvey held back a smile. “Guess someone’s worried.”

He glanced at Abigail, who felt something moving on her and fidgeted in irritation.

Harvey took the phone out of her pocket, whispering, “Keep sleeping. I’ll take this for you.”

Abigail was feeling muddled–headed–any sound was a source of irritation, and she simply turned her back to him.

As for Harvey, he chuckled when he saw that it was Diarmuid.

The man was anxious!

“Haha…” He laughed, and stood by the bed as he answered the phone. “Hello?”

There was silence from the end, but just as he was about to speak, Diarmuid growled, “Tell her to answer the phone.”

Harvey chuckled. “I’m afraid I can’t. She’s asleep.”

The smugness in his tone was undoubtedly infuriating, and Diarmuid was certainly seething!

However, he was not upset with Harvey’s provocation–but with Abigail.

They were together now, and yet she was still getting intimate with other men, sleeping away from home and with Harvey at that!

Even if he doubted that anything serious happened, he still felt repulsed.

“What should I do? I think she likes to hang out with me. Why don’t you just give her off to me?” Harvey gloated.

There was silence from the other end again, and the call was suddenly disconnected.

Harvey was left staring at the phone screen and lifting a brow. “He didn’t get a heart attack, did he?”

With that, he put Abigail’s phone on a table, and turned unwittingly toward Abigail, pursing his lips. “If he dumps you, you can come to me–I’ll marry you.”

However, Abigail was sound asleep and could not hear a thing, whereas Harvey got himself a mat and slept on the couch.

He stared at Abigail for a while under the moon’s glow, his lips curling up unwittingly.

Soon, he closed his eyelids… but just as he was about to fall asleep, the door was kicked open with a violent bang!

Harvey’s eyes were wide open as he sat up on the couch, and was just about to turn and snap at the intruder when the lights turned on with a click.

Be that as it may, he was left blinking, dumbfounded when he saw the person standing at the door. Diarmuid was supposed to be abroad–how did he show up here so quickly? There had to be a mistake!

“You’re back? There’s no way you’d fly home so quickly! Did you project your soul here after it was disembodied because you’re too upset?”

Nonetheless, Diarmuid started to stride toward Harvey menacingly.

Harvey retreated by instincts and stammered even as he tried to explain himself, “L–Look… She was drunk, and you can tell. I was sleeping on the couch-”

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