Chapter 213 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

As for Diarmuid, his expression darkened as he pocketed his phone, and there was no emotion to be observed from his calm visage.

Even Stan, who usually was not as attentive as James, knew that Diarmuid was in a bad mood and did his best not to upset him.

“I’ll hack Harvey’s computer,” he carefully said.

“Yeah,” Diarmuid replied coolly, and Stan promptly made himself scarce.

Alone, Diarmuid headed horne. Finding Tommy lying in his crib, Diarmuid scooped the infant up in his arms.

Tommy was excited and happy to be carried, and started flailing his little hands.

“Mah–mah-”

The baby babbled–it was the entirety of his vocabulary.

At the same time, Diarmuid carried him over the couch, his mood calming thanks to Tommy.

He thought to himself that no parent would bear to abandon their child–if Yvaine Lynd had indeed been hiding abroad, she must have had her reasons. She would never have done that on purpose or forgotten about him.

“Mah–Mah…” Tommy’s mushy voice was utterly adorable, and Diarmuid could not resist pinching his cheek. “Say Dah–Dah.”

Tommy giggled and snuggled his little head up against Diarmuid, drooling all over his neck.

Mrs. Watson arrived with Tommy’s dinner just then, saying, “It’s time for little Tommy to eat.”

“I’ll feed him,” Diarmuid said.

“Okay,” Mrs. Watson handed the bowl of baby oats to Diarmuid, along with a tiny spoon.

Diarmuid had yet to master feeding a baby, but he definitely could do it, and there was a gentleness despite a slight clumsiness. Moreover, Tommy being a glutton helped matters.

Usually, the baby would be sleeping right after he was done eating, but he seemed especially spirited today. He may be reluctant to sleep because he was in his father’s arms.

Diarmuid kept carrying him when Stan suddenly arrived.

He was certainly efficient with his task.

“I found the footage on Harvey’s computer…” Diarmuid looked up.

Stan was suddenly afraid to show it.

Harvey did not encrypt his computer because he probably did not expect it to be accessed by someone else. He even kept it on his desk, which was why Stan did not even need to really have to hack anything.

After getting the footage, however, Stan took a look at it himself beforehand and knew that Diarmuid would definitely get upset after he saw it, and was suddenly unwilling to show it.

Stan suggested, “It could just be a misunderstanding, right?”

Diarmuid scowled right then–he might have accepted that if Stan had not said it, but now that he did, it clearly meant that there was something fishy.

“Mrs. Watson,” he called out.

Mrs. Watson quickly hurried to him. “Yes, sir?”

“Take Tommy to his room.”

“Okay.”

Mrs. Watson was usually carrying Tommy around anyway, so the baby was used to her touch.

After they left, Diarmuid turned back toward Stan. “Give it to me.”

Stan hesitated for a moment, and put the USB flash drive that he copied the files into on the table.

“I’ll get going if there’s nothing else,” he said.

Diarmuid shot him a look. “Are you really that scared?”

Stan quickly shook his head. “No… I have to keep an eye on Remy, don’t I? Oh, and there’s a video conference at 4 p.m.”

“Got it,” Diarmuid said, picking up the USB flash drive.

Stan lowered his head, “Then… I shall get going?”

Diarmuid did not respond, but it was basically a silent approval.

With that, Stan left the mansion and heaved a sigh of relief after he did–he had somehow managed to escape!

On the other hand, Diarmuid headed to his study and plugged the USB flash drive into a port as he sat down, working nonchalantly to check its contents.

However, the photo Harvey had had all been processed, clipping selected moments. out of context.

For example, when Abigail tripped Harvey and fell on top of him, she also vomited right in his face.

Harvey, however, only kept the part where she fell on top of him, because he wanted to use it to provoke Diarmuid.

When Abigail flipped out at him, however, Harvey did not send it to Diarmuid–but he was now watching anyway, along with the clip of him catching Abigail when she almost fell.

Without context, the angle itself made it look like an actual hug, and there was also the part where Harvey carried her to his room.

Any man would definitely be uncomfortable seeing such physical intimacy between their woman with any other man, let alone Diarmuid.

Naturally, he was furious, especially considering his pride.

He deleted the clips right after he watched them–he was certainly not going to keep it for posterity.

It would just make him angry.

He whipped out his phone and stared at it, thinking to himself that her heart was honestly made of stone, leaving the mansion so quickly this morning without so much as a phone call.

Did she actually love him?

Rubbing the spot between his brow, he realized that Abigail was all he could think about, which only left him frustrated and powerless.

He wanted to call her, but his pride would not allow it.

After all, Abigail was clearly in the wrong–she got drunk and got frisky with another man. She should be apologizing, right?

Calling her would make him look desperate, would it not?

With that, he put down his phone.

Over at Melville Hospital, Abigail left the operating room after another surgery and checked her phone.

There were no missed calls or messages.

It left her a little annoyed. Even if Diarmuid was really angry at her, could he not reach out?

She bit her lip–she tried so hard to explain, but he refused to listen.

She then checked her schedule and saw that she had no surgeries planned, so she could leave work early.

Who knew? Diarmuid might have calmed down after a day.

Sigh…

Maybe she should relent and go home early to make him dinner, while explaining what had happened last night.

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