Chapter 258 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

“You’ll always be in my heart.Abigail saw the look in his eyes and could not help averting hers— she was not used to Harvey being so serious.

“I should go.”

“I’ll walk you home.”

As she rose, Harvey got up too and paid for dinner.

Although he wanted a look inside her house, she promptly shut the door in his face when they reached home.

“I need to get some rest.”

Harvey was left at a loss for words, but he was not giving up yet.

In her house, Abigail stared at her own face for a moment before she took a shower, but her gaze was calm.She was woken up early the next day by an urgent knock on the door.

“Who is it?” she asked, rubbing her eyes as she headed over to open the door…and saw the man standing outside!

Abigail was frowning. What was Harvey doing here first thing in the morning?

She was not sure how to react to him.

‘What are you doing here?”

‘I bought you breakfast-I’m making this a routine everyday from now on.” Harvey was not being shy either and quickly squeezed his way in.

Abigail was wearing white baggy lace pajamas that covered up to her ankles and wrists, and naturally her belly.

She stroked her belly a little before walking up to Harvey, staring at him as she said, “If you have the time to bring me breakfast, you should instead head back to talk to Diarmuid already.”

Harvey was speechless. Why did she have to mention that killjoy of a man?

‘I’ll be gone after this.”

Abigail sat down at the table then. ’Can’t you be less childish, Harvey? You’re not exactly young.”

‘How am I being childish?” Harvey was actually upset-he was sincere about bringing breakfast.

He did read online that women loved men who cared and paid attention to details, so he was doing his best!

You’re being childish right now,” Abigail told him.

Harvey blinked and even played cute. “Okay, I get it. You don’t like what I brought, so I’ll bring something else next time…”

‘Harvey-”

‘That’s enough,” Harvey said, cutting her short. “Come on, eat-l still have a plane to catch.”

As Abigail sighed, Harvey urged her, “Sighing is bad for the baby. Come on, eat already.”

“I need to wash up first,” Abigail retorted.

As Harvey returned to Zidonia, Mark happened to be on the same flight, and he arrived at Twinrise just as Harvey did.

He managed to get a meeting with Diarmuid before Harvey, having put together a viable proposal and learned much about the details and general concept of the fully artificial heart.

Though he was more confident now, his proposal did not hold water because he failed to poach the doctor in question.

He appeared withered like a dried leaf, and even though Diarmuid read his proposal, he could tell from his reaction that he stood no chance.

To no surprise, Diarmuid put away the proposal and said, “You can go now.”

Mark sighed. “It’s as if no one ever sees the big picture these days… I thought she’d be more agreeable since she’s Zidonian, and yet…!”

She refused to meet him, let alone sit down for a discussion.

Naturally, Mark was hanging his head as he stepped out of office, and Harvey could not help smiling when he saw him.

After all, Diarmuid did not manage to poach the talent he wanted, and had no idea that the doctor they were all gunning for was Abigail herself!

He honestly felt that he and Abigail were destined together.

She was with him when she had her first child, and they had basically spent every day together until the child was born.

And now that she was pregnant again, she split up with Diarmuid again while Harvey managed to recognize her.

Such fate was something to marvel about!

And this time, he would definitely not let Diarmuid catch on.

‘Mr. Gooding? Mr. Althoff will see you now,” Debbie the secretary told him just then.

Harvey straightened his collar although it was actually just fine, reared his chin, and puffed his chest as he entered Diarmuid’s office.

‘I have a proposal,” he said, pulling out a chair for himself as if he belonged there.

Diarmuid slowly looked up and said flatly, “I’m busy.”

Harvey, however, had an entire speech prepared.

‘So, I have been to Mead Clinic myself and did my research on their fully artificial heart project. They’ve already conducted multiple trials, and the success rate is high. I know you’re a businessman and won’t care about the big picture, let alone care about some dying peasant. You only have feelings for money now, but you know how massive a market there would be once this thing hits a breakthrough.”

‘When that happens, every country including ours would be wagging our tails to Minerva, begging for scraps. Our own patients would either have to do without it or have to pay a huge price for it, and some might have no choice but to wait and die. Poaching has never been a good idea anyway- so, I’m proposing something else: I found out that Mead Clinic is under the direct financing of the Raideen family, and we just need an investment to secure partial shares for the project. Once the product hits the market, we can ask for a markdown just for our own country.”

‘How about acting like a conscientious businessman for once, Diarmuid?’

When Harvey was finished, Diarmuid growled, “Are you done?”

Harvey nodded. “More or less-“

“Get out!” Diarmuid snarled with a hint of rage.

Harvey was speechless-did he have to be so upset? And did he say anything wrong?

“Don’t think the whole world revolves around you, Diarmuid! I’ll do it if you won’t -so stay in your goddamned perch and earn all the money while feeling none of the happiness! Keep all that money to yourself now that she’s gone! M

With that, he promptly ran out of Diarmuid’s office, denying him the chance to harass him further.

After he had to deal with the man so many times, he knew Diarmuid’s temper- he would be eaten alive and spat out if he stayed.

And he certainly was no idiot. Why would he stay and wait for Diarmuid’s abuse?

Back in his office, Diarmuid flung his pen aside and rubbed between his brows.

He was feeling frustrated for some reason, and it could well be because of what Harvey said.

He told Debbie, “Tell James to see me.”

“Yes, Mr. Althoff.”

Soon, James arrived. “Is there anything you need, Mr. Althoff?”

“Look into the Raideen family. Comb through everything and gather every little detail available on them,” Diarmuid said.

James blinked. “We’ve never had any partnerships with them, though…”

He knew all the projects and businesses that the company had, after all.

“Just do what I tell you! Why so many questions?!” Diarmuid snapped impatiently.

He was suffering headaches, but it could either be because of his mood swings or because he was taking too many sleeping pills.

He was working hard to restrain himself, but the light spilling in from the window clearly reflected off the crystalline sheen of sweat on his forehead.

James knew that Diarmuid was prone to rage since Abigail’s death, but his fuse seemed to get ever shorter.

He did not want to imagine what would happen if this continued—he must forget about Abigail soon.

As James stepped out of Diarmuid’s office with a worried look, Debbie went up to him, asking, “Is he furious?”

“Yeah.” James sighed.

“He needs help,” Debbie said, and James was only too aware of that.

Still, Debbie suddenly said gingerly, “Well, it’s not like we’re out of options…”

James’s eyes lit up. “You have an idea?”

“Mr. Althoff doesn’t actually have to feel so hung up over Abigail Bernstein’s death. We just need to get him involved in another relationship, and he’ll forget all about her.”

Debbie straightened herself as she spoke, as if so that James would see her better-it was her gesture to tell him that she was the right woman.

Nonetheless, James did not even look her way.

Her suggestion had his interest, however-a rebound relationship had always been the best way to get over another.

“Good idea, Debbie. I should start looking,” James said, and left.

After all, he was busy and had a lot on his plate.

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