Chapter 252 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

Otherwise, if something unexpected were to happen and one of the auctioned items was lost, it is the host who would suffer the most damage.

James said, “I’ll go talk to them again-“

Diarmuid suddenly raised a hand to stop him. “Forget it. You need your rest too.

“Thank you, sir,” James said.

He quickly left, not willing to linger in the room for another second.

The room was silent for a while after James closed the door behind himself, and Diarmuid turned to look outside the glass wall.

The city lights were bright and dazzling, its interweaved glow piercing the glass to illuminate him, shrouding him with a blurred radiance that kept his expression inscrutable. He raised his thumb to rub between his brows.

He missed her so much that he somehow thought that the woman Harvey called ugly was her, and he outrageously sent James to get the security footage of her. He must be losing his mind thinking about her.

Even so, the days without her were certainly grilling, and her face keeps appearing in his mind.

Bzzt…

Suddenly the phone on his table began to vibrate.

He glanced at the screen nonchalantly and saw the text.

[Abigail Bernstein is alive…]

The text was so shocking that Diarmuid was left staring blankly at it.

Still, the screen soon dimmed, and Diarmuid picked up the phone, tapping the screen to light it up.

When he tried to open the text, however, his fingers were shaking.He took deep breaths to calm himself, but he was not calming down at all.He tapped on the text with a shaking finger, and it just read: [Abigail Bernstein is alive. ]

His brow furrowed and his expression darkened, just as the phone vibrated again.It was another text.

[Come to Room 709 if you want to find out what happened to her.]

Diarmuid could tell right then that someone was luring him to Room 709.He frowned, but headed there despite knowing that it was a trap.He could never stay calm with anything that involved Abigail-it would not even be a far cry to say that he fell apart.

She was clearly dead, but he would still foolishly believe a text from someone he did not know.

Room 709 was on the same floor, so he easily found it, and…

Harvey was laughing out loud. “You really fell for it, Diarmuid Althoff?!

The Diarmuid he knew was shrewd and would never fall for something like this, but this Diarmuid was dumb enough to come!

Harvey actually felt his belly hurting from laughing. ”I didn’t think that you could be this stupid!”

Diarmuid leveled him an icy look and warned, “Joke about her again and I’ll make your death a horrible one.”

With that, he turned and started to leave.

Harvey leaned against the doorway just then and folded his arms across his chest. “I really don’t think you will remain abstinent for her for the rest of your life.”

Diarmuid did not pause at all, which left Harvey frowning. “How about a bet, Diarmuid Althoff? You’ll have someone else in a year-believe it!”

Silence was his response.

“Hey-“

Bang!

The door was shut very loudly, leaving Harvey speechless.

“I don’t mind losing a year from my lifespan if he could fall for someone else in a year,” James said.

He had overheard Harvey and came out of his room without Harvey noticing

Harvey pursed his lips. “Oh, he’ll get over Abigail. Don’t worry.”

James was not that optimistic. “I really don’t think so.”

And he knew Diarmuid much better than Harvey did.

“Tch. You men are all the same.” Harvey snorted and turned to return into his room.

James raised a brow. “Wait, do you mean you’re not a man, Harvey?”

“You men?’

“Binary, perhaps?” James added, and quickly shut the door.

Harvey was speechless.

“I just meant that I’m different from the likes of you men, who always mess around with women…”

However, he was already left talking to himself in the walkway.

Feeling like a fool, he ran up to James’ room and barked, “You bitch!”

After finishing what he wanted to do in Minerva, Diarmuid returned to the country.

Tommy was now able to walk very steadily, and once Diarmuid got home, the baby ran up to him and wrapped his little arms around his leg. ‘Mah-mah…’

He still could not say papa, but Diarmuid was not teaching him.He actually liked him saying that.

“Mah-mah…

As the baby buried his face on his trousers, he arched his back and scooped him up in his arms.

Tommy smiled happily, seemingly missing him.He wrapped his little arms around his neck and gave him a peck on the cheek, though a trail of drool was left dangling on his lips.

Diarmuid frowned in disdain, and took out a tissue to wipe Tommy’s little lips and his own face.

The landline rang just then, and Mrs. Watson answered it.

After speaking to whoever was on the other end, she turned toward Diarmuid. ‘ Mr. Althoff, lan Althoff escaped again.”

She put emphasis on the word ‘again’, as if she was already used to it.

In fact, lan must have escaped a hundred times by now, but he was always recaptured without fail.

“Okay,” Diarmuid replied flatly.

Diarmuid never delivered lan to the police, and instead kept him at Blue Hill Mental Asylum as if he was an actual lunatic.

Though security was lax and lan could escape anytime he wanted-and he certainly gave his best-he had always been recaptured whenever he thought he made it out.

Again and again…

It was a never-ending loop that left lan questioning his sanity-he even began to wonder if he ever managed to escape, because it felt like it happened as much as it did not.

His mind was a mess.

Hammering on the steel door of his cell maniacally, he cried, “Get Diarmuid Althoff here! Tell him to kill me if he has the balls to!”

As the steel door rattled and clanged, the director of the mental asylum was opening the door elsewhere for Diarmuid.

lan was still hammering on it and when the door suddenly swung away from his reach, he lost his balance and dropped flat on his face.

He looked up, and his hands clenched into fists when he saw Diarmuid.

His eyes turned ablaze with unending hate as he breathed through his teeth, “Diarmuid!!!”

Diarmuid stood loftily as he looked down upon lan as if he were an ant.

“I told you-you would wish you were dead.”

lan stayed lying sprawled haggardly on the floor, his spite almost consuming himself.

His hands were shaking endlessly and his veins were bulging over the back of his hand!

They were both Althoffs, and yet he had lost everything including his own dignity, while Diarmuid remained perched on his lofty branch.

Losing again was already humiliating, but he had to lose so thoroughly too!

Pushing himself up from the floor, his facial features contorted with rage even as he growled, “You’re just scared, Diarmuid

Althoff. You’re not manly enough to kill me with your bare hands. Do it if you dare, don’t give me a reason to belittle you.”

He suddenly dashed toward Diarmuid in a last-ditch effort to kill him, but was subdued the instant he moved.

“Time for your meds, lan,” the director of the asylum said just then.

lan struggled violently, but he was too weak to free himself.

Ever since he had been brought in, they had been injecting him with a drug every day.It would leave his muscles enfeebled and withering, denying him even the strength to kill himself.

That was exactly the case for the present. Once injected, they immediately threw him down on the floor, not afraid that he might escape.

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