Chapter 229 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

That left the baby frowning and pouting, seemingly hating it.

“Oh, it’s just a little peck. Don’t cry,” Ricky said, but quickly returned him to Abigail, worried that he would start crying.

Taking back Tommy, Abigail said, “See? He hates you.”

“Come on, I brush my teeth everyday. My breath is fine,” Ricky chuckled.

As they ate, Abigail pretended to enjoy the food despite her lack of appetite, since Sheryl was there with them. Still, as Sheryl served her a bowl of soup, she asked, “Is work tiring, Abigail? You don’t look too well.”

“Yeah,” Ricky chimed. “Are you exhausted?”

Abigail quickly said, “Yes, actually, since I have plenty of work to do lately.”

“You should be careful about your health, so that you can have a daughter with Diarmuid when Tommy is older. Complete the set, so to speak.”

Abigail lowered her gaze, “Mom, I’m eating.”

Ricky was there with them–it was not the time or place.

Sheryl smiled. “Fine, I won’t force you.”

Tommy was asleep after dinner, but Abigail turned down Sheryl’s offer to let them stay the night, saying that the baby’s sleep would be affected in an unfamiliar bed.

Sheryl could not insist since she said that..

On the way home, Abigail had a hand on her phone while she carried Tommy with the other.

Myriad colored street lights shone over her face as she stared at the screen.

After hesitating for a long while, her curled eyelashes batted as she texted Diarmuid. [I miss you.]

Abigail stared at her phone after texting Diarmuid, expecting a reply.

However, she did not receive anything even as the car drove into the front porch.

Abigail tried to tell herself that he was busy, just to seek some solace..

Nonetheless, Diarmuid was actually busy, and he was in a spacious conference room that could accommodate over a hundred people with dozens of executives.

Many of them were foreigners, but they were all fidgeting despite being seated.

While Remy had been founded recently, they had many of Light Group’s profitable business and projects. Moreover, with Diarmuid’s sharp sense in commerce and the trends of the market, his precise investment and exceptional judgment elevated Remy as a trustworthy investor in no time at all, and was making waves among their circles.

In fact, one showbiz company that he invested in scouted up to four internet celebrities. Within two years, they built fanbases for themselves which numbered up to dozens of millions, but the executives of the company remained an enigma despite its name being known to everyone in the country.

After all, it was unnecessary for Diarmuid to present himself publicly for something like that. His executives could handle the day–to–day administrative tasks, and Diarmuid would only get involved in vital decisions or company strategizing.

Remy also held the majority of the shares in Bramble Automotive, an automobile company which Diarmuid invested in back when he was CEO of Light Group. He had always held them in high esteem, and after years of hard work and development, they forged a flagship brand as a producer of luxury electrical automobiles and traditional automobiles, and some of their models included KST5, KST6, KST7, WS1, and WS2. Just last year, they launched an IPO on the New York Stock Exchange as well.

Remy’s investment in medical research had significant developments as well, and today’s meeting involved the executives of various main companies and its branches.

One of Diarmuid’s main priorities in traveling aboard was also to meet the various heads of departments, and he had no time to check his phone in the five–hour meeting, not to mention that he left it in his office.

Even as she showered, Abigail kept her phone near her in the bathroom, worried that she would miss a reply from Diarmuid.

However, hours had passed since she was done showering, and she still did not receive a reply.

She could not begin to describe her bitterness.

Sliding her phone beneath her pillow, she tried to stop herself from thinking about it, but her mind refused. -he was all she could think about.

She was left clenching on her blanket and throwing it over her head, and tried her damndest to think about anything else.

That was when her phone chimed

Her breath seemed to leave her lungs right then, and she quickly reached under her pillow to take her phone out… only to see the reply: [Yeah.]

She stared at it without tapping on it–what was that one–word reply supposed to mean? To tell her that he saw her message?

Even if she understood why he was being distant, she could not help feeling heartache.

As she put down her phone, she suddenly wondered if Diarmuid would dump her after Yvaine’s death.

His coldness certainly pointed to that.

Abigail was left clutching her head as her thoughts were a mess.

It was yet another sleepless night.

She did not text Diarmuid over the next two days, and nothing came over the other end either.

It was now the day of Zachary’s wedding, but Diarmuid still did not tell her if he was returning.

Abigail put on heavy makeup before she left, to hide her weary face that was a result of her losing sleep recently. Her long dark hair was tied up carelessly, though the dangling lock beside her ear added a gentle look.

She put on a sky blue gown that hugged her body and accentuated her figure, matched with a simple pair of heels that bared her dainty, fair feet. It was a conservative, polite appearance that would not steal the limelight from the bride.

It would certainly earn her full marks as an attendee.

When she arrived at the venue and alighted, she saw another car stopping just as she was about to go in.

Diarmuid alighted then alighted, and his eyes quickly found her.

Abigail actually panicked just then, and was left clenching on her skirt as her throat suddenly turned dry.

Although she did her best to stay calm, her voice choked with tears the instant she spoke. “Welcome back.”

As Diarmuid made his way towards Abigail, her expression stiffened further, and her fingers dug further into her skirt

They were no strangers, but she was so nervous she could not speak.

She missed him so much too, but she wanted to run away as he approached.

“You’re going to leave your skirt wrinkled and unseemly if you keep creasing it,” Diarmuid said as he reached her, and reached out to pry her fingers off her skirt.

Feeling the coolness of her fingertips, he asked softly, “Are you cold?”

Flustered, Abigail nodded, and then shook her head.

Diarmuid smiled. “It’s not the first time you’re meeting me. Why are you so nervous? Anyone who didn’t know better would think I’m bullying you.”

Abigail lowered her gaze. “No… I’m just surprised you suddenly came back.”

Diarmuid lifted her chin and smiled faintly, “You pretty yourself so much. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

He was being so tender, and yet she felt that there was something between them.

“Come ib, let’s go in.” He lifted her hand and put it around his arm.

As Abigail held on to him, she did her best to compose herself and sound normal. “Are you finished with work?”

“Not really,” he replied–there were still things to be done.

Abigail was left disappointed. Was he deliberately avoiding her?

It has been days since he left, but he was still busy

“Does that mean you’re going to leave again?” She tried to sound as calm as she could.

Diarmuid was silent for a moment. “I won’t leave if you don’t want me to.”

Abigail pursed her lip–she did not want him to go, but this was about work.

There were times when she was busy with work too.

Moreover, there was still a rift between them, and keeping him with her would not change things back to how they had been.

They both needed time–he needed it, to be precise.

Hence, flashing a bright smile as she kept all her reluctant bitterness restrained at a little corner of her heart, she told him, “I understand that you have work to do, so you should go. I’ll always support you.”

Diarmuid held her gaze for seconds. “Not going to tell me to stay?”

“You’re making money for the family,” she joked. “I won’t have anything to waste if I make you stay.”

Diarmuid chuckled. “Becoming a gold digger, are we?”

Her bright, starry gaze was sparkling and clear as her eyes narrowed from her smile.

Her makeup fit her. Though she had a simple attractiveness without makeup, she appeared devilish with it.

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